Alex gazed upon the once proud football stadium in front of him, which had now been converted into a gladiatorial pit. The vast sands were filled with the blood of those unfortunate enough to perish on its domain. The thunderous echoes of the cheers of thousands of monsters could be heard from the stands as they gazed down upon the gladiatorial arena with ecstasy awaiting the bloodshed that would soon follow.
In the VIP booth, the Orcish Commander and Warlord of the monster Kingdom grinned with satisfaction; his large tusks protruded from his jaw as a sign of his dominance. Sitting next to him were Princess Medhyasa and the other leaders of the barbarian races. She looked down upon Alex with a hint of pity; though she desired to free him, she simply did not have the means to do so. If she spoke up on his behalf, it would raise questions about her sympathies for humanity, which could only invite future conflict with the other races.