NATHAN WAS RIPPED FROM HIS HOME Nathan never asked to become a weapon. He never asked for the ancient being called Aurea to merge with his soul, granting him impossible powers. And he definitely never asked to be thrown into Queen Scarlet's gladiatorial arena as the "glowing scavenger" everyone wants to see fight-and die. But Scarlet might be the least of his worries. But survival means more than just winning battles. It means navigating a world of fire-breathing tyrants, watching the dragonets of some prophecy get imprisoned several times, fighting a kraken, and cosmic entities playing games with mortal lives. It means learning to wield powers that grow stronger with each use-powers that could save him, corrupt him, or tear reality apart. 'How am I still alive?' 'While your consciousness was inactive, I remained aware. I listened. The Queen intends you for her arena. She believes you will provide... thrilling entertainment. Those were her words.' 'You understand them? Their language?' 'A language is a pattern of vibrations and symbols. I perceive the pattern; therefore, I comprehend it. All patterns are knowable.' 'Is this the arena she wanted to put me in?' 'Queen Scarlet' the light corrected 'What?' 'Her name is Queen Scarlet.'