The announcer, his demeanor transformed from a failed assailant to a hesitant guide, led Johan to an opulent lounge where the champions and past victors relaxed between battles. The atmosphere exuded a blend of tension and camaraderie, a paradox that mirrored the essence of the Colosseum itself.
Seated on plush sofas were champions with scars that spoke of countless clashes in the arena. As Johan entered, the low hum of conversations ceased momentarily, and eyes turned to assess the newcomer. Johan, unfazed, followed the announcer to a secluded corner where the anticipation of a private discussion hung in the air.
"Here's the deal," the announcer began, choosing his words carefully. "To participate in the upcoming Colosseum, there are some formalities you'll need to attend to. We don't make exceptions, not even for someone of your... caliber."
