Lyra hugged his body like some kind of being who refused to let go a long lost treasure!

"My body is full of sweat!" Quinn shouted, feeling a wave of embarrassment. His body is literally drenched from head to toe after his intense training session!

Though Lyra didn’t budge, she simply tightened her hold while mumbling.

"You smell good, though..."

Quinn didn’t quite hear what she said, so he gently pushed her back, not wanting to soil her godly body with his grime.

"How about we take a bath together?" he proposed while grinning... wanting to test his luck! Just maybe they can do another session,right?

"You really are a pervert! I already know what’s running in your mind!" Lyra said, pushing Quinn away as if he were carrying a contagious disease! Though Quinn is really contagious!

"Oh... am I really that easy to read?" he teased, lunging forward to fondle her busty tits...

Lyra didn’t respond..a silent way of giving her answers! She didn’t even get angry as Quinm fondled her tits through the tight sleek uniform she wore while his fingers occasionally pinching her nipples through the thin fabric...

"Wash your body first... I’ve got something important to say..." Lyra said while slipping away from Quinn’s teasing.

Lyra’s expression suddenly shifted and turned dead serious...this kind of her side can only mean one thing! His life is hanging again!

Seeing her serious expression, Quinn stopped playing. The only thing he could think is that his next battle was coming much faster than he they anticipated.

Without wasting any more time, he headed into the shower to take a proper bath.

***

An hour passed, and both of them were now seated on the sofa. Lyra had taken her own bath after Quinn finished, though hers had taken quite a bit longer.

While she was occupied, Quinn ate the meal she had prepared, she is really a considerate perfect busty Milf, a perfect future wife!!

"Hmm... so what’s the serious matter you wanted to talk about?" Quinn asked.

He was sitting back while Lyra sat on his lap, and as usual, he couldn’t help but slide his hand toward her ass.

"Ahnn... stop doing that! I can’t focus, you know!?" She tried to shout, but her voice betrayed her... because a erotic moan escaped coming out soft and airy.

"Hmm... really? Should I stop?" Quinn whispered into her ear, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Hmph... ne-never mind..."

Quinn took that as a go signal, a green light! Lyra didn’t tell him to stop, so he kept his fingers do the deed...

However, her face remained solemn, and Quinn eventually slowed his movements. He is not a fool, he understood what her expression implying.

Lyra continued, her voice heavy.

"The situation you’re facing is really bad. It was decided that the battle will be held tomorrow... and your survival chances are likely slim to none..."

’Hmm..why? The last fight I fought just happened previous day...!’ 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"You see...the higher ups said that they wanted to see some entertainment....." Lyra explained everything...for few minutes..

....

She explained that the Duke, the ruler of this sector, decided to make the Colosseum more fun. They wanted to force Tier 2 and Tier 3 slaves into an all out bloodbath, a battle royale where only the strongest would remain alive...

"And how is that related to me?" Quinn asked, curious how a Tier 1 like him got thrown into the shit...a freaking Tier 3 slaughter!

"That’s the thing. After what happened in your last two fights, they gave you the title ..The Defier...That made you a rising star or simply rising rat among the Tier 1 slaves."

"You have to understand, they don’t a single glance how slaves die...they just wanted to see entertainment, a passing time for them..." Lyra said while having a solemn expression..

"There are countless rising rats because there are countless quarters out there...This section is just one tiny part of the whole thing, the Crucible Prison...

" The walls of the colosseum, If you look closely, those aren’t just walls. They are made of countless doors connected to each other making an towering wall.... I don’t even know exactly where we are... some say we are in a spatial pocket, trapped for eternity."

’Fuck...’Quinn thought..

’So there isn’t just one door, but countless ones...and tomorrow those doors will open for everyone to kill each other, hell...

’ I will be facing Tier 2 beings...not to mention those monstes...They really wanted me to die!?.’

Lyra’s face turned even solemn.

"Not only will you be facing countless enemies, but you’ll be up against true monsters. At the very least, you’ll be fighting fifty beings at once, and at least ten of them will be Tier 3... It’s a death sentence for a Tier 1... and worst of all, you won’t know what being you whill be fighting until it’s in front of you. It could be a beast,humanoid or a hybrid..."

Tears began to flow down her cheeks as she finished talking... It was understandable, after being played by her shitty husband, she had come to this place to hide, not realizing she could never escape...and now that she had finally found someone who made her feel complete, he was being forced into a dreadful reality...

"Shh... don’t cry, Lyra. You know I’m strong, right?" Quinn tried to comfort her, but he was internally reeling. He didn’t expected Lyra to actually cry for him...

"You don’t know how impossible it is!

Sob... sob..." she shouted.

The good mood before completely evaporated...

Quinn fell silent. He didn’t have the words to reassure her because he knew that his chance of surviving is literally slim to none...

Some of the elites he will be facing tomorrow likely got stats reaching over 400...while his stats currently is only 250+.

The gap between, was like the distance between heaven and earth...an impossible endeavor...