The staff, a man with a stern expression and a badge that read "Colosseum Supervisor," entered the lounge, garnering the attention of the eight champions. He cleared his throat and began, "Good day, champions. My name is Richard, and I'm here to guide you through the next phase of your journey."
Carlos, a grizzled champion with a scarred face, raised an eyebrow. "What's next? More surprises? Because I've had my fair share for today."
Richard chuckled, acknowledging the skepticism in the room. "No more surprises, I promise. But what awaits you is a challenge worthy of your skills. You've each triumphed in 50 battle royales, emerging as the last person standing each time. Impressive, to say the least."
Maria, a woman with a calculating gaze, crossed her arms. "Cut to the chase, Richard. What's the deal?"
