Spell; Melting Steel

Chapter 59: Paroxysm

Thiran Stadium, Atlantis, Western Ocean. 1640 BC.

Hazel's POV

We were inside of a huge arena, surrounded by thousands of humans and monsters staring at us with expectancy.

It was surrounded by ginormous walls, made of concrete and had rows of arched windows, extending up to fifty meters high. A smaller wall surrounded the field, and above it stood marble chairs already occupied by extravagantly dressed personas. Another wall separated the grand seats from less ornate seating spaces, sloping upwards to the high wall.

The field was massive, reaching nearly two hundred meters in diameter. Its ground was covered by fine grains of salt, brownish yellow in color. And at some points of the wide area, I thought I saw spilled stains of blood. Maybe I was just seeing things, or maybe I was literally seeing something. I don't wanna know.

On the podium, familiar gods sat down and stared at us with enthusiasm. Some of them were crossing their arms, and some clapped cheering. Hera sat by Zeus, and it was evident how much she didn't want to lose him. Seeing she held the god of thunder's hand, tight enough for the man to be seen squealing from afar.

The sky was dim and clouded, looking as if it was about to rain. The crowd surrounding us cheered, shouting for Aphrodite. I rolled my eyes, knowing no person around would be able to recognize me and applaud like there was no tomorrow. Or so I thought...

"Go woman with the puffy short-skirted dress! I love the fabric!" ...Shouted a gay-like person from the far left.

Taking a glance, I found him waving a purple cloth and howling for support. He was incredibly familiar too... Ohh, the man selling those textile rolls. The person I just about helped to gain sales and attract customers. Well technically, I did help.

I looked at their direction and sent a flying kiss. "Thank you, Mr. Cheerer. I'll do my best to do what I'm supposed to do. ...Actually... What are we supposed to do?" I asked, facing Ulio and Lord Camberwell.

They looked at each other with hidden concern fluttering around their glistering souls. I took notice of the goat-legged satyr allowing his gaze to travel across the persons encircling the field. His face was utterly upset and had shown how nervous he suddenly was.

"Zeus will explain." Ulio nodded with a smile and raised her fingers to make another portal. "Good luck!"

She entered the purple particle made object and disappeared. The satyr's face glowed bright for a moment before he hopped and followed in haste, leaving Lord Camberwell and I inside the field.

His eyes flickered with imaginary care for me, before he spoke in a brief biting bronze ordering manner. "Do this, and live."

He stared with encouragement for two total seconds. I nodded in agreement and rolled my eyes playfully.

"Come on, it's the fantabulous daughter of the light, Lady Hazel of the land of promise here. I can't die, and you've seen why. And I'm gonna rock this! But of course, I need to know what exactly we have to do first before I can say that with confidence."

He curtly shook his head and moved for the portal. I stared at him with slight disappointment and released a tough sigh. But unreasonable joy flooded me, seeing him look back before he vanished with the gateway.

My attention was captured by the god Zeus suddenly speaking with great effort from the platform on the right. Hera clung onto the god's back and cuddled him strictly. The others sat still behind of them, staring with bored expressions.