The four of them stood at the crumbling entrance of the colosseum: Ghost, Desmond, Kai, and Logan. Draped over them was a thick air of decay, dust swirled around their hooves as they stepped inside.

 Along the walls, dark shapes twisted and writhed, unnaturally flickering without any light source to cause it. Above them, the eerie crowd of nothing more than shapes watched with complete.

*This place gives me the creeps.." Kai muttered, his voice low. Desmond trotted forward boldly, though his eyes darted nervously about.

Ghost didn't say a word, his mane draped over his face, hiding the unease that was festering inside. He could feel it. Something huge was here. Watching. He kept Poppy close, the little dog trembling, sensing the same dark energy.

Suddenly the earth shook beneath them. From the darkness emerged a giant horse-like figure—a body full of black mist, towering over them with glowing red eyes. The shadow horse's gaze was like a mental assault... Every breath it took, the walls of the colosseum shuddered and shook.

"Wait... We're supposed to fight that thing?" Logan whispered, his usual brace persona shaken. He stared at Ghost, looking for guidance.

Ghost froze, his fear gripping at his heart. But there was no time for fear. The shadow horse snorted loudly, its dark figure shaking, and it stamped its hoof in challenge.

Desmond, was never one to back away from a fight and he stepped forward. "Well, we've come this far, haven't we? We don't run." His voice didn't break, though his legs did wobble. Just a little.

Ghost turned to the rest, his heart racing. The shadow horse towered over them, awaiting their move. They were trapped, surrounded by the darkness, and only a fight could get them out.

With a deep breath, Ghost whispered.

 "fuck my life.. let's do this."