The atmosphere within the arena plunged into silence. Lewan simply watched as this special legion stood completely frozen in place. Were it not for the slight movements she could detect from the eight Transcendents within the formation, she would have suspected that the army before her had somehow fallen victim to some trick by that Transcendent. Yet judging by the current situation, the abruptly appearing mist didn't seem to pose any danger at all...
Could the commander of this legion possibly be afraid of this thing? A sudden thought popped into Lewan's mind, her gaze shifting to the masked, heavily armored figure beneath the grand banner as she tried to guess what he was thinking.
Had Lewan mastered the advanced mind-reading magic typically reserved for high-ranking prelates, and could she read this legion commander's inner thoughts, she would likely have frowned in the realization that these people were truly insane and utterly unreasonable. Knowing full well that the gladiators would riot and the Great Demon would provide assistance, they still kept the colosseum running for the amusement of the Stru people! What was this if not courting self-destruction?
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