The clearing at the center of the island descended into pure chaos as the teams fought with reckless abandon. Blades clashed, fists flew, and bodies crumpled to the ground, beaten or bloodied.
Some of the more skilled fighters took down opponents with brutal efficiency, while others used underhanded tactics like dirt-throwing and ambushes to gain the upper hand.
Temporary alliances formed and crumbled just as quickly, torn apart by suspicion, betrayal, and sheer desperation to survive.
In the midst of this maelstrom, Martin and his team remained completely detached, watching from the safety of their high perch atop the massive boulder.
Dom and his team, sitting at the base, were equally calm, though they were acutely aware of their fortune to be within the protective aura of Nocturnite and the Viper Syndicate mercenary.
