"Let the second round of the Solstice Spring Underground Event... begin!"
Cheers erupted as lights illuminated the battlefield once again. The stands buzzed with excitement, gamblers already shouting over one another as they rushed to place bets. The hot topic this time? The blind swordsman. Rumors claimed he was human—an automatic red flag for most betters. Odds of him winning were staggeringly low, and nearly everyone wagered on the Wendigo. The payout wouldn't be great, but a win was still a win.
Yet a few daring individuals chose otherwise. Rather than judge by race or appearance, they put their money on the human—at ten times the return. A gamble of the highest order.
The Wendigo let out a bone-rattling roar and lunged forward like a mad beast. It didn't even give its opponent a moment to breathe, flailing its monstrous limbs in a berserk barrage. Its arms sliced through the air in wide arcs, aimed to crush and tear.
The blind swordsman, however, didn't flinch.
