A week had passed.
The Gladiators fought and lived as usual.
Tark had violated the agreement he had made with Qin Xa. The Arena's fasting days had not been canceled, and the Gladiators had received no supplies for several days.
The cheers within the Arena still rang out every day.
Maggot Eye still hosted in an impassioned voice, though his tone sounded slightly different from before.
The Arena near Desia City, Nuceria's largest city, remained exactly as it had always been.
But outside, storms were gathering.
Until today, one week later.
After a routine bout ended, the Gladiators gathered together, with Angron seated in the center of the crowd.
Using the Anti-Gravity Lance's function, Kleist floated over to Angron.
The moment the primarch gave a slight nod, Kleist swiftly and precisely slit his wrist.
Bright red blood continuously poured from the wound on Angron's wrist like water from a tap.
No one's expression changed. Clearly, this was not the first time they had done this in the week since Tark broke his promise and failed to cancel the fasting days.
"Yochuka, Theseus," Qin Xa called. "Same rules as always. You two little ones go first."
The calm little girl, Theseus, silently nodded. She stepped forward, grasped Angron's arm, and drank the blood flowing from it.
Then came Yochula's younger brother, Yochuka.
After taking a few mouthfuls of the primarch's blood, Yochuka felt full, and his energy surged.
Smacking his lips, Yochuka grinned. "Buddy, next time I'll have my mom bring you some sugar. Maybe it'll improve the flavor."
At the mention of their mother, Yochula looked troubled.
Since the food had been cut off, their mother had not come to bring them anything.
"I hear Ogres always target children because they think kids taste good. Maybe if I eat