Marilyn’s POV

As Octavius and Void surveyed their surroundings, they were met with a gruesome sight: the ground was strewn with numerous bodies, some of them contestants, others... unclear. The air was heavy with the putrid stench of blood and death.

"We didn't even get to know why she was attacking us," Octavius muttered with concern.

[Isn't it obvious?] Void asked. [This isn't a competition, it's an execution]."

Void's ears perked up, his head cocked to one side as he listened intently. Octavius instinctively turned, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement.

Footsteps echoed through the air, growing louder with each passing moment. Instinctively, Octavius's hand moved to the dagger he had taken from the girl who had attacked him earlier. His eyes narrowed as he braced himself for the unknown threat.