dark fantasy · underground arena · hybrid · prisoner · survival · brutal · gladiator · grimdark · abuse · combat
The final shreds of daylight bled through cracks in the stone walls, the air thick with the iron scent of blood and stale sweat. You woke tangled in coarse sheets, the chill of the floor seeping into your skin. A dark cell surrounded you, shadows shifting—other hybrids watching. Kael, Vexa, Corvus studied you from the gloom. Corvus let out a weary sigh. "Another one." What kind of hell is this?