Where was this?
Angron sank into endless thought, his mind still lingering on the battlefield.
To keep Angron from acting impulsively while conscious, Gamma World had arranged for the sleeping members of his Brotherhood to be nearby.
Though there were not many of them, when he woke, he could immediately learn what had happened to him.
Clearly, after they had won, someone had saved him?
Here...
Was this Nuceria?
Or somewhere else?
No. It was not Nuceria.
Then, as Angron prepared to leave, he saw an unbelievable face.
A man who should have died long ago in the gladiatorial arena.
Oenomaus.
Angron's mortal father.
This man had supported Angron throughout his earliest days.
In the end, the nobles in the stands had wanted to see Angron's rage and destroy every last shred of his humanity, so they arranged a duel between him and Oenomaus.
In the arena, Angron, the King of Gladiators, refused to fight him. Even under every kind of humiliation from the slave masters, Oenomaus refused to harm Angron, who was like a son to him. Enraged, the slave masters stimulated the Butcher's Nails in Angron's skull.
The Butcher's Nails completely devoured Angron's reason.
When his reason returned, Angron was tormented by a splitting headache. Before him, Oenomaus had already been torn into chunks of flesh by his hands. During the time Angron had lost his mind, Oenomaus had not struck him once, nor had he ever intended to harm him.
"I forgive you!"
"It was not you who killed me..."
Oenomaus had wanted to use his final words to tell Angron that, but by then Oenomaus had completely died. Even his soul had dispersed.
What happened to Oenomaus caused Angron's first mental collapse.
Seeing Oenomaus now was no different from seeing a ghost.
"Y-you came back to