Aamir leaned back in the seat reserved just for him, beside King Zalmic's throne. From here, the entire arena stretched out like a massive coliseum of blood-red stone, the stands packed with roaring spectators—vampires and werewolves separated into their own sections by tall iron fences.
King Zalmic stood, his long cloak swaying. His voice boomed across the stadium, amplified by his Super Sonic Voice ability, deep and rich with command.
"Ladies and gentlemen, predators and prey… welcome to the grand spectacle, the Tournament of Blood and Fang!" His words rolled like thunder, and the audience erupted in cheers and howls.
"Today, you will witness strength, cunning, and the will to dominate. Some of you came to cheer for your champions… some of you came to watch them bleed. And some of you," he said with a sharp smile, "are here because you lost a bet."
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
"But all of you—" Zalmic raised his hand dramatically "—are here for the hunt."
