Chapter 25

As trumpets began to bellow through the arena, everyone fell silent as King Cor entered his VIP box. His white and gold armor covered his body, a sharp helm shaped like a beak, and a blue cape floated behind him.

He stared at the contestants below and began to speak over a loudspeaker. “This Empire was built on the foundation of the strong. Those who carried the weight of the future on their shoulders. This tournament was born from the blood and work of the strong, who believed strength should be rewarded. It is in their memory that I respect these contestants and their bravery. Many of you may not live, and others will give into their fear. However, my respect will remain.”

Cor looked over at Wattan, his announcer and nodded. Wattan walked beside the king and raised his hand, “Once I give the signal, the teleporters will activate, and all contestants will be transported to the planet. Good luck to you all.”