Only a few hours after his exhausted return from the mine, Mordred was sitting in his cell, leaning against the cold, damp wall, his wounds painfully reminding him of every second spent striking the unforgiving rock. His mind, haunted by the cries of pain from the other slaves, was vainly trying to find a moment's peace, when suddenly the metallic sounds of heavy boots echoed down the narrow corridor.
The cell door opened violently with a sinister creak, revealing a massive dragon guard, his reptilian gaze icy with familiar contempt.
- Get up, you vermin!" he growled, throwing his now customary leather gladiator outfit and protective gear down at Mordred's feet. Get ready quickly. You're fighting again today.
Mordred slowly raised his head, gazing into the dragon's cruel eyes with a dull but controlled anger. Without answering, he stood up slowly, reaching for the leather protectors, his hand lightly gripping the black katana he'd received last time.
