As the drone ascended rapidly into the air, Ty's focus was momentarily disrupted by a faint, yet insistent voice in his head. "Let me take control, and I will guarantee this man's demise." The voice, now weaker than before, resonated with a dangerous promise.
Ty's attention quickly shifted to his surroundings. He noticed several red laser dots targeting him. His eyes scanned the arena and caught sight of armored figures stationed strategically with sniper rifles. The realization dawned on him: the arena was not just a stage for combat but a carefully monitored trap, ready to spring at the slightest hint of true danger.
"Wow, they're really prepared for any move I make," Ty thought, a wry smile crossing his lips. In a gesture of non-threat, he slightly raised his hands, acknowledging the watchful eyes around him.
