The Sand Hydra
The morning sun rose over Valeria.
But unlike previous tournament days, excitement throughout the capital felt different.
More intense.
More dangerous.
Because everyone wanted to see one thing.
Marcus Thorn's next battle.
His victory against the Thunderhorn had transformed him into a legend almost overnight.
People crowded taverns discussing his impossible survival.
Merchants sold miniature statues of the young gladiator.
Children carried wooden spears while pretending to defeat monsters.
Even nobles spoke his name during royal banquets.
The entire kingdom had become fascinated by Marcus Thorn.
Yet Marcus himself had little interest in fame.
His thoughts remained focused on the underground prison.
The ancient dragon.
His missing father.
And the mysterious man in black.
Especially the warning.
"Don't trust him."
Those words echoed constantly in his mind.
A loud horn shattered his concentration.
The next arena match was about to begin.
Marcus stood from the bench inside the gladiator preparation chamber.
A servant approached carrying new armor.
"Your opponent has been announced."
Marcus looked up.
"What is it?"
The servant hesitated.
His face turned pale.
"The Sand Hydra."
Several nearby gladiators immediately fell silent.
Even experienced veterans exchanged nervous glances.
Marcus noticed.
That reaction alone told him everything.
The creature was dangerous.
Very dangerous.
One older gladiator stepped forward.
A scar crossed the left side of his face.
"I fought a Hydra once."
Marcus raised an eyebrow.
"And?"
The veteran laughed bitterly.
"My entire team died."
The room became quiet.
The old warrior pointed toward Marcus.
"Don't cut off the heads."
Marcus frowned.
"What happens if I do?"
The veteran's expression darkened.
"Two more grow back."
Marcus stared at him.
The man wasn't joking.
Minutes later, Marcus entered the arena.
The crowd erupted.
One hundred thousand voices echoed across the colosseum.
People chanted his name.
Others waved banners bearing his image.
For a brief moment, Marcus felt overwhelmed.
Only days ago, nobody knew who he was.
Now the kingdom treated him like a hero.
A hero who might soon die.
The announcer stepped forward.
His magically amplified voice thundered across the stadium.
"Citizens of Valeria!"
The crowd cheered.
"Today's battle features the champion of the Thunderhorn fight!"
The cheering grew louder.
"Marcus Thorn!"
The arena exploded.
Marcus raised his spear.
The crowd roared in approval.
Then the announcer's tone changed.
Darkened.
"His opponent..."
The giant gates slowly opened.
Silence spread through the colosseum.
Even the wind seemed to stop.
A strange sound emerged from the darkness.
A hissing noise.
Then another.
And another.
Soon dozens echoed simultaneously.
Marcus tightened his grip on his spear.
The darkness beyond the gate seemed alive.
Moving.
Breathing.
Watching.
Then the sand began to flow.
Golden sand poured from the entrance like water.
At first only a trickle.
Then a flood.
Within seconds, the arena floor transformed.
Dust storms erupted across the battlefield.
Visibility dropped dramatically.
The crowd gasped.
Some spectators stood on their seats for a better view.
Others looked genuinely frightened.
Marcus had never seen anything like it.
Then something moved inside the storm.
A shape.
Large.
No.
Gigantic.
A massive serpent head emerged from the swirling sand.
Amber eyes glowed like fire.
Its mouth opened.
Rows of razor-sharp fangs appeared.
The creature hissed.
The sound echoed throughout the arena.
Then another head appeared.
And another.
And another.
Until seven gigantic serpent heads towered above the battlefield.
The Sand Hydra had arrived.
The monster's enormous body remained partially buried beneath the sandstorm.
Only the necks and heads were fully visible.
Each head moved independently.
Each possessed glowing amber eyes.
Each studied Marcus like a predator evaluating prey.
The crowd watched in stunned silence.
Even experienced arena veterans looked nervous.
This was no ordinary monster.
Marcus remembered the old gladiator's warning.
"Don't cut off the heads."
That meant the usual strategy wouldn't work.
He needed another plan.
Fast.
The announcer raised his hand.
"BEGIN!"
Immediately the Hydra attacked.
One head lunged toward Marcus.
Its speed shocked him.
The massive jaws slammed into the ground where he had stood moments earlier.
Sand exploded into the air.
Marcus rolled aside.
A second head attacked.
Then a third.
Then a fourth.
The battlefield became chaos.
The creature attacked from every direction simultaneously.
Marcus barely avoided being crushed.
Every dodge brought another strike.
Every movement demanded perfect timing.
The crowd erupted into excitement.
This was unlike any battle they had ever witnessed.
Marcus sprinted across the arena.
The Hydra followed.
All seven heads chased him simultaneously.
Like living spears.
Like predators enjoying the hunt.
Then Marcus noticed something strange.
The monster wasn't simply attacking.
It was herding him.
Forcing him toward a specific location.
The center of the arena.
Before he could react, three heads attacked together.
Marcus leaped backward.
A fourth head emerged behind him.
Too fast.
Too close.
The serpent's fangs scraped across his shoulder armor.
Green venom splashed onto the metal.
Instantly smoke erupted.
The steel began melting.
Marcus's eyes widened.
The venom wasn't merely poisonous.
It was corrosive.
Deadly.
One direct bite would kill him.
The crowd gasped.
Many believed the battle was already over.
The Sand Hydra sensed blood.
Its seven heads rose high into the air.
Preparing another attack.
A final attack.
Far above, within the royal viewing platform, the man in black watched carefully.
Unlike everyone else, he wasn't focused on the battle.
He was studying Marcus.
Evaluating him.
Waiting.
As though testing whether the young gladiator was worthy of something.
Or someone.
Below, Marcus backed away slowly.
The damaged armor exposed part of his shoulder.
One mistake.
One bite.
One drop of venom.
And everything would end.
The dragon.
His father.
The secrets beneath the arena.
All of it.
Gone.
The Sand Hydra hissed.
Seven heads rose simultaneously.
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Seven pairs of glowing eyes locked onto Marcus.
Then all seven attacked at once.
