A gladiator's rebellion begins.
They called him beautiful. Obedient. Silent.
They forgot what silence hides.
Azeric was born to bleed for the crowd.
Shackled. Watched. Sold as spectacle.
Until he killed a guard—and something woke up.
[KILL CONFIRMED – HOST SIGNAL MATCHED]
[SYSTEM ONLINE – ASCENSION ENABLED]
Thrown into rigged duels and beast pits, Azeric climbs higher with every kill.
Each fight sharpens him.
Each promotion feeds the system.
Each victory makes him less human.
They wanted a weapon they could own.
They made one they can’t.