The crowd was in a frenzy, their shouts of excitement and desperation echoing across the arena. The battle between the young warrior and the monsters had reached an absolute climax, every move being watched with intense focus. The confrontation had turned into an epic fight for survival, with him facing not one, but three formidable foes.

Lady Cerys, watching with a calculated expression of satisfaction, murmured to the red-haired woman by her side:

— This man is truly showing something exceptional. His resilience and determination are impressive. He's not just fighting; he's surviving.

The woman, her eyes fixed on the arena, nodded in agreement:

— It's fascinating to see how he uses strategy and agility to take on such formidable opponents. But the real test will be how he handles the combination of the Leviathan and the wolf. Few would be able to withstand that.

Meanwhile, Lilith stood at the edge of the arena, her heart racing as she watched him battle the Leviathan. Her concern was palpable, but she couldn’t help but notice how he was maintaining his composure despite the intensity of the fight.

He’s fighting with fierce determination, and it seems like he’s found a way to handle the overwhelming power of the Leviathan. But the real question is whether he can hold his ground against these monsters simultaneously.

The Leviathan struck with crushing force, its claws and tail hitting the warrior with a devastating impact. Knowing that brute strength alone wouldn’t win, he redirected his force to the left and sprinted to the right, heading straight for the wolf. His maneuver was so precise that the crowd fell silent for a brief moment, watching as he severed the tendons in the wolf’s legs.

Lady Cerys watched with a satisfied smile, though her eyes revealed a hint of curiosity and respect:

— He’s truly in control of this situation. The way he manipulates the battle is impressive. This might be exactly what I need.

However, victory still seemed far from certain. As he tried to finish off the wolf, he was caught off guard when the beast attacked, trapping him in its jaws. He struggled within the wolf’s mouth, using every ounce of strength to avoid being swallowed. The scene was desperate, and the crowd watched in stunned silence as he fought to stay out of the wolf’s grasp.

Lilith, her eyes wide, watched the scene with a mixture of worry and hope. Her mind raced, calculating if there was anything she could do to help. But seeing his determination and strength, she decided to trust in his ability.

He’s fighting with every ounce of strength he has. This is more than just a physical fight; it’s a battle for survival. I have to believe he can do it.

As he fought desperately to avoid being consumed, the crowd erupted in a mix of applause and gasps, hanging on to every move and action with palpable tension.

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In the heart of the arena, the situation was dire. The warrior, struggling with every last ounce of his strength, was now trapped within the wolf’s jaws, his energy draining with each passing second. The brute force of the beast was almost overwhelming his human resilience, and it seemed like his fate was sealed. But deep within, he carried an unyielding fire — a promise, and a duty that pushed him to never give up.

With a primal roar, one that silenced the entire crowd in shock, he unleashed all his remaining strength. The sound was almost animalistic, a pure expression of determination and fury. The roar echoed across the arena, bringing a tense silence, while Lilith, watching with a mix of terror and hope, recalled what she had done to him.

Awaken the ancient blood...

Lilith’s eyes sparkled with frenzied excitement. She remembered the legends that were told as truths: on the brink of death, dragons grew even fiercer. The ancient blood was about to manifest in a wild and powerful form.

Lilith, barely able to contain her excitement, shouted to the arena:

— Come on, warrior of Volcrist! This is not all you're capable of!

Her words acted as a battle cry, a catalyst for the awakening of his true potential. It was as if her call had triggered something deep and primal within him.

With renewed vigor, he began to strike frantically inside the wolf’s mouth, his blades cutting with an almost supernatural ferocity. The crowd was in a frenzy, watching as the warrior transformed into an unstoppable force of destruction. The wolf, unable to bear the pain, let out a sharp howl, its mouth grotesquely opening.

Lady Cerys, her eyes wide and a growing smile of fascination on her face, commented to the red-haired woman by her side:

— This man… he’s beyond anything I’ve ever seen. His transformation is truly spectacular. I underestimated his power.

The crowd, once divided and restless, was now in absolute frenzy. Every move the warrior made was met with cries of excitement and astonishment. People stood, their faces lit up with emotion and surprise.

Lilith, her heart racing and a satisfied smile on her lips, watched him fight with an intensity that seemed to transcend human nature. She knew he was in his true form now, and it only made her feel deep pride and confidence in his abilities.

With renewed strength and adrenaline coursing through his body, the warrior continued the fight with fierce determination. He knew he was fighting not just for survival, but for something much greater — a promise, a duty, and the honor of his house.

The arena was in absolute frenzy, the crowd delirious with shouts and applause. The fight had long ceased to be a simple competition, and what had begun as a mere contest had turned into a spectacle of strength and endurance beyond ordinary comprehension.

As he, bloodied and exhausted, stood at the center of the arena, a silence slowly descended over the crowd. His body, not just sweaty and bruised, was drenched in red, and his once white hair, like snow, was stained with the blood of the beasts he had slain.

The audience, once obsessed with the fight, now began to process what had just occurred. It was then that Lilith, still with visible excitement in her eyes, shouted to the arena, almost as a reminder to all:

— AEMON VOLCRIST!

The name echoed across the arena like a sinister echo, and the collective realization hit with almost tangible impact. What had seemed like an exceptional warrior was now clearly identified as the legendary heir of Volcrist. The connection between the man and the name of one of the greatest heirs of the realm shocked the crowd and the spectators.