Enter the Cocytus

Enter the Cocytus
The ring shook as a man heavily fell to the ground. Groaning, he grabbed the ropes and pulled himself up, his left shoulder leaning a bit to the side. Heavily panting, he tried to stand up but immediately collapsed onto the floor. Standing above him, a young adult yawned and streched his arms before calling out "Next!"

However, just like the past 6 years and 11 months, nobody dared to take a step forward. Heavily leaning on a walking stick, an old man wobbled forward and said "Silas, I think that'll be enough for today, why don't you take a little rest? Perhaps go outside and oversee the knight's training?". Silas pouted. Ever since he had mercilessly beaten down the FRFH's best combat fighters, nobody in Pilse Navarina had dared to challenge him. Sighing, he climbed out of the ring and walked out of the gym...not before somebody called out "And while you're out it, try asking Mithra out on a date!". A wolf whistle and laughter was followed after, trailing behind a now blushing Silas.

Gonna stop there for now, have a test tomorrow so I need to catch-up on sleep