The name of the first opponent flashed on the system screen in front of him: Valtherin. Damon's grin widened, his crimson eyes glinting with anticipation. The next moment, his surroundings blurred as the system whisked him away to one of the many PVP arenas.
The teleportation light faded, and Damon found himself standing on a circular stone platform floating in an endless void. Cracks ran through the stone like lightning, and a ring of torches flickered around the edges.
The ambience of these arenas had always been top-notch. But Damon was already used to this. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline surge through his veins. He glanced across the arena just as his opponent appeared in a flash of blue light.
Valtherin, a tall, broad-shouldered warrior clad in heavy black armor that clanked with every movement. A massive greataxe rested on his shoulder, its blade shimmering with a wicked edge.
