DANGER!!!!

RUBY JUNE.

The crowd erupted into wild cheers and jeers as the other supernatural fighter stepped onto the stage. He was almost skeletal in his appearance, but his eyes—those dark, emotionless eyes—pierced through anyone who dared meet his gaze. It felt like he could see your darkest moments, exposing your deepest vulnerabilities. He was a haunting figure, dressed entirely in black, with strange markings etched into his skin. The rules of the arena were simple: fight to the death or beg for mercy. But begging was considered a fate worse than death, stripping a fighter of all the power and respect they had earned in the ring. The men around me placed bets, their voices a low hum of speculation about who would emerge victorious.

When the fight began, it looked like the other fighter wa……