Third Person's POV
But anyone could tell at this point that the powerful and brutal sweeps of the huge demon were growing closer.
The demon's power was overwhelming, and the elf's fear grew more evident with each blow.
Looking at the pitiful guy, Ethan could tell that he didn't belong here as he was totally absent from his true element, as there wasn't a single sign of greenery in the Devil Abyss or the entire Central Red Wasteland.
And his opinion was reinforced when Ethan saw the occasional intermittent and fading green glow on the elf's tattooed skin pulsing weakly, as if attempting to invoke his magic spells but actually suffocating in the barren air.
Witnessing his struggle and terror, the crowd booed with cruel delight every time he managed to escape a fatal blow.
"Kill him!"
"Rip him apart!"
Their cries twisted louder and soon morphed into a unified chant that thundered across the colosseum.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
