“No, No. you cannot attack anyone while today’s light is still shinning. Tomorrow you all will have a chance to get your aggression out when the game truly begins. So please sit and relax. Tonight we’ll feast and rejoice for once the battle starts, you all will become enemies of one another,” Gilgamesh told Caster and the rest of the participants.  He snapped his fingers and more people walked out of rooms from each side of the dining hall. They didn’t looks like spirits or even mages. They were in tethered clothing and had chains around both their ankles and wrists. 

“Funny how this time period still has peasants without homes. You’d think society would help them instead of turning a blind eye,” Gilgamesh laughed before he snapped his fingers again. The holes walked around each table setting plates and silverware for the mages and heroic spirits.  When they were done they left the dining hall. Chad felt a little uncomfortable with the whole situation. He didn’t like the fact that Gilgamesh used the homeless like slaves. 

“Now that everything is set, feast my gladiators,” Gilgamesh said with a smile. Chad looked around the table to see the various foods spread out. He suddenly jumped when he saw the person sitting across from him. It was a large man with a leather coat over his white T-shirt. However, it was the man’s hockey mask that scared Chad the most. The young man sitting next to the man wearing the hockey mask saw Chad and smiled.

“Don’t let appearances fool you,” the man said as he pushed up his glasses. The man in the hockey mas was about get up, but his master waved his hand and added, “In due time Executioner, In due time.” Executioner nodded before he sat back down