As the drone shot into the air, Ty's focus broke under a faint but insistent voice in his head. "Let me take control, and I will guarantee this man's demise." The voice, now weaker than before, carried a dangerous promise.
Ty's attention shifted to his surroundings. He noticed several red laser dots targeting him. His eyes scanned the arena and caught sight of armored figures stationed with sniper rifles.
The realization dawned on him: the arena was not just a stage for combat but a monitored trap, ready to spring at the slightest hint of true danger.
"Wow, they're really prepared for any move I make," Ty thought, a wry smile crossing his lips. To show he was not attacking, he slightly raised his hands, acknowledging the watchful eyes around him.
Just then, the announcer, still perched on his floating platform, descended toward the arena floor, microphone in hand. Anticipation tightened through the crowd as they waited for his next words and Ty's response.
