The Colosseum gates opened, and what awaited him was a familiar person. A man in a full suit of armor—crafted with a special material—and wielding a sword imbued with magic.
“So it is you, Brox”
Without saying a word, he draws his sword and lunges at Abraham with incredible speed.
“As expected from a master at magic”
“Do you remember that time on the mountain?” Abraham asked. At that moment the sky went black, and the cold wind howled. He felt as if his armor had gained weight and scorching flames erupting. Abraham turns around to reveal a hand emerging from where he struck.
Abraham raises his hand as if instructing an army and then multiple arms emerge from every surface. He struggles to break free from the overwhelming magic and with a flick of his wrist, the arms begin to attack you.
“How boring would it be if I let you die like this"