The coliseum was loud as usual as Grim made his way through the competitors' entrance. Today's matches featured several high-profile contenders, and the arena was jam packed with peopke who wanted to see the day's matches.
Grim's white robes drew attention immediately. Since his match against Jin Tao, his appearance had become something of a spectacle. People whispered as he passed, their expressions a mixture of awe, fear, and morbid curiosity.
"That's him. The Ambrose heir."
"They say he cut a man in half with a single stroke."
"I heard he took Lord Terras's ear last night."
The rumors grew more outlandish with each retelling, but Grim paid them no mind. Let them talk. Let them fear. It served his purpose.
The competitors' preparation area was a large chamber divided into sections. Grim's assigned space was at the far end, marked with the Ambrose crest that had been hastily painted on a wooden placard.
