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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nOnly torchfire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only screaming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The empire called it entertainment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The poor called it punishment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The nobles called it necessary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every month, prisoners disappeared into Black Hollow while crowds gathered above chanting for death they themselves would never have to touch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Murderers fought there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
War captives fought there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes entire families were thrown into the arena together while aristocrats drank wine and debated which child would die first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cruelty always becomes tradition if enough wealthy people survive it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the coldest night of winter, seventy thousand spectators filled Black Hollow for the emperor\u2019s feast tournament.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rain hammered the streets above while nobles descended into the underground arena wrapped in silver furs and jewels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The air smelled of smoke and wet iron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the center of the imperial balcony sat Emperor Tiberan himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Heavy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eyes like dull stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A ruler who had not touched a battlefield in thirty years but still demanded blood weekly to remind the empire who controlled death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Below him, chained fighters waited inside iron cages beneath the arena floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some prayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Others wept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Most simply stared into nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then the arena master entered carrying a scroll.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His voice thundered through the coliseum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFor the opening spectacle\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crowd leaned forward eagerly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026the empire offers something special.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA child.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Excited laughter exploded instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bets spread across the arena before the gates even opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The eastern cage creaked slowly upward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And from the darkness emerged the smallest fighter Black Hollow had ever seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy looked no older than eight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Barefoot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thin enough to see bone beneath pale skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dark hair hanging across bruised eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A torn linen shirt several sizes too large clung wetly to his body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An iron collar rested around his neck attached to a chain one guard still held tightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crowd howled with laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One noblewoman nearly spilled wine from laughing too hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGods,\u201d someone shouted, \u201che\u2019s smaller than my hunting dogs!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child said nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He stepped carefully onto the bloodstained sand while thousands watched him like an animal already dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The arena master shoved a rusted short sword into his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTry to entertain them before you die.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy looked down at the weapon quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then released it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sword fell into the sand untouched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That made the crowd laugh harder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Above the arena, Emperor Tiberan leaned lazily against his throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere did they find him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The arena master bowed deeply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA border village burned during the northern rebellion, Your Majesty. The child survived.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFamily?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The emperor nodded once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood. No one left to complain.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Below them, the arena gates opposite the child began opening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Heavy chains rattled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something massive moved inside the darkness beyond the tunnel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crowd roared immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They recognized the beast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A Hollow Hound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One of the underground predators bred beneath Black Hollow itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hairless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Massive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blind from years underground but able to smell blood from impossible distances.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The creature stepped slowly into the torchlight, muscles twitching beneath scarred flesh while saliva dripped from rows of broken teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child stood motionless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The beast sniffed the air once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then suddenly stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence spread strangely across the arena.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Hollow Hound tilted its head toward the boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not aggressively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The arena master slammed his staff against stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAttack!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The beast growled nervously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it did not move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child simply stared at it calmly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only stillness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Hollow Hound took one hesitant step backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crowd\u2019s laughter weakened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A second command echoed through the arena.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still the creature refused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then slowly\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the massive predator lowered itself onto the sand before the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like a frightened animal submitting before something stronger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whispers spread instantly across the coliseum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The emperor sat upright now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The arena master\u2019s smile disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child gently touched the beast\u2019s scarred head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the creature whimpered softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No one in Black Hollow had ever heard a Hollow Hound make that sound before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The arena master shouted furiously toward the guards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRelease another!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The western gate burst open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This time\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a man entered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A giant gladiator called Brakkus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Six and a half feet tall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Covered in ritual scars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A murderer who once killed three fighters barehanded inside the same match.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crowd cheered in relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This would end the strange tension quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brakkus cracked his neck and stared down at the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then at the kneeling beast beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat trick is this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy looked up slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo trick.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The gladiator spat blood into the sand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t kill children.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The arena master screamed from above.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou kill whatever enters the arena!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brakkus hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that hesitation cost him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because the moment he stepped closer\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the Hollow Hound lunged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The entire arena erupted into screams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The beast moved impossibly fast, slamming the giant gladiator against the arena wall hard enough to crack stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brakkus roared and fought desperately beneath snapping jaws while guards shouted from above.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blood sprayed across the sand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crowd stood in horror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But through all of it\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the child never moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He simply watched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Moments later, silence returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The gladiator lay motionless beneath the beast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Hollow Hound slowly backed away from the child again and lowered itself obediently beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not one drop of blood touched the boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Above the arena, nobles no longer looked entertained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They looked afraid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Emperor Tiberan narrowed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho is that child?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because suddenly, everyone inside Black Hollow understood the same thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy was not surviving the arena.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The arena itself was reacting to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The emperor stood abruptly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKill the beast. Send everything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The arena master obeyed instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One gate after another opened around the arena floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
More prisoners.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
More beasts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Condemned killers armed with axes and chains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Creatures dragged from underground cages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chaos flooded the arena.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crowd screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet every time violence neared the child\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
something stopped it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some fighters froze before reaching him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Others turned on one another in panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The beasts ignored him entirely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One creature tore apart three guards after they aimed crossbows toward the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another simply lay at his feet trembling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blood covered the arena floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bodies piled near broken walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still the child remained untouched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Clean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Watching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hours passed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By dawn, Black Hollow no longer resembled an arena.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only a graveyard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Smoke drifted upward through shattered torchlight while survivors huddled against the walls too terrified to move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the center stood the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Barefoot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Uninjured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not a single stain upon him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Hollow Hound remained beside him like a guardian carved from shadow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
High above, Emperor Tiberan stared downward with visible fear for the first time in decades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEnd this,\u201d he whispered weakly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An old priest standing nearby slowly shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe cannot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The emperor turned sharply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The priest\u2019s eyes remained fixed on the child below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause Black Hollow was not built to contain monsters.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thunder echoed faintly above the city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child finally lifted his eyes toward the imperial balcony.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when Emperor Tiberan saw the boy\u2019s face clearly beneath the torchlight\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
his blood turned cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Impossible recognition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because the child looked exactly like someone the emperor buried years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His younger brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rightful heir executed secretly beneath Black Hollow after refusing to continue the blood tournaments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The emperor staggered backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child spoke for the first time all night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His voice carried strangely through the ruined arena.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou buried innocent people beneath this place for generations.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The torches flickered violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Hollow Hound growled low beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd now,\u201d the child whispered, \u201cthey remember.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ground beneath Black Hollow trembled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stone cracked through the arena floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Screams erupted across the balconies as ancient walls groaned around them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The emperor fled toward the exits while nobles shoved one another desperately through smoke and collapsing stairways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the child never chased anyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He simply turned toward the eastern gate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And walked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Hollow Hound followed quietly beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Behind them, Black Hollow began collapsing into darkness for the first time in centuries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By sunrise, half the underground arena had disappeared beneath fallen stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thousands escaped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thousands did not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But survivors all agreed on one detail afterward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child who entered Black Hollow never spilled blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Never raised a weapon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Never touched a single enemy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And yet somehow\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
he was the only thing inside the arena everyone truly feared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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