The flesh pillar continued to burn, its surface turning into ashes as it slid down toward the ground. Each second it sank lower, the flames eating through it relentlessly, and with every inch it descended, the people trapped within the arena felt their hope drain away.
Adventurers and guards tightened their grips on swords and spears, their stances shifting from protection to final resistance. If this was how it ended, they would not go quietly.
Then the Gluttony suddenly moaned.
It was not a scream of pain, It was a sound of satisfaction.
A low, almost indulgent groan rolled through the air, thick and wet, as if something deep within the structure had just been fed. The flames flickered erratically, no longer consuming the flesh but dancing across it.
"That is good... Feed me more..." Gluttony muttered.
Confusion rippled through the crowd.
"What… was that?" someone whispered.
