The hooded man bought me into a large space.
The vast space resembled a colosseum, with an ominous altar at its center. The players huddled in one corner, while the cultists stood by, intently observing the sacrificial ritual.
"N-No! P-Please wait!"
"Shut up!"
"Aaackk!"
One of the captives was dragged toward the center of the stage. With his powers as a player sealed, he could only scratch feebly at the sand, leaving faint marks as the cultists showed no mercy.
The hooded cultists tied the captive to the altar and hurriedly retreated to the crowds where they came from.
Thud! Thud!
In the next moment, the Executioner was seen approaching the man with a giant weapon of execution.
"No! No! No! No! Stay away from me!"
The man screamed in terror, thrashing desperately, but he couldn't break free. The Executioner ignored his despair and raised the oversized kitchen knife high into the air like a guillotine.
