Ty's expression darkened, his frown deepening. "You should just kill if you feel like that," he retorted, the bitterness evident in his voice.
"That wouldn't be fun enough," the King replied smoothly, his voice chillingly calm. "Trust , the fun will co in due ti."
As the conversation concluded, the King clapped his hands once more. At his signal, two guards stepped forward, their presence firm and authoritative, signaling it was ti to move. They began to lead Ty away from the drawing area, guiding him towards the next phase of the pre-Arena processes.
As Ty was ushered away, he tugged unconsciously at the new fabric encasing him. "Glad I didn't keep that silk string from Jade now... else I would be really pissed," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of relief and annoyance.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Waddle and the old man stepping up for their turn, while Gears, another familiar face, queued quietly at the back.
"Ain't I supposed to see what this Arena is going to look like?" Ty called out, seeking so clarity on the process.
One of the guards, without breaking stride, replied, "The layout will be decided once everyone has been selected and finished."
"Hmm, I see," Ty murmured, more to himself than to anyone else as he was led down a series of steps. His boots echoed on the stone beneath them, each step taking him deeper into the heart of the structure.
Understood, let's refocus and describe the room from Ty's perspective, strictly adhering to what he can directly observe and experience without adding speculative or interpretive elents. Here's a revised description:
They arrived at a large square room, its grandeur underscored by dark purple trimmings that adorned its high walls. The intricate patterns of the trimmings danced and flickered in the dim light, giving the room a solemn yet imposing feel.
The air was cooler here, a stark contrast to the heated anticipation of the arena above. Ty's gaze wandered across the room, taking in the heavy, ornate doors that stood firmly shut on the opposite wall. The only sounds were the soft thudding of the guards' footsteps echoing off the stone floor, adding to the room's intense atmosphere of anticipation.
As Ty moved further into the room, his attention was drawn to the details around him. The walls were adorned with purple trimmings that caught the light, casting shifting shadows across the floor. Small oil lamps hung from tal sconces along the walls, their flas low and steady, casting a soft glow that barely illuminated the room.
The scent of the burning oil was faint but noticeable, blending with the cool air to create a slightly oppressive atmosphere.
The room's large space was empty except for a few scattered chairs along one wall, suggesting that this place was used for gatherings or briefings of so sort. Ty noticed the floor was made of dark stone, polished to a shine, reflecting the little light there was and making the room feel even larger and more cavernous.
Ty's surroundings seed to amplify every sound, turning the room into what felt like an echo chamber.
As he adjusted to the quiet, the doors opened again, breaking his contemplation.
A tall man, around seven feet in height and dressed in the sa attire as Ty, stepped into the room and gave it a quick survey, much like Ty had done earlier.
The tall man approached Ty, his expression sour. "Ugh, to be paired up with a prisoner wouldn't be so bad, but to be paired up with the damn demon, now talk about a new low, almost makes want to drop out right on the spot," he grumbled.
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Ty, unfazed by the comnt, shot back with a smirk. "And where's the fun in that? Don't want to soil your family na being known as the tall boy who tucked his tail and ran."
The tall man scoffed, his annoyance palpable. "Whatever, not like I'm afraid of you. I could probably even kill you right now as you are still shackled."
"I'm sure that would go over well," Ty retorted, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Besides, what's your na unless you want to call you lanky?"
The man bristled at the nickna, his eyes narrowing. "Lanky?! My na is Kern, not that it matters to you."
Ty listened, his interest piqued. "Well, Kern, we might get to rip each other apart in the second arena or whatever cos after this. But for now, we'll have to work together a bit—that's if we're even on the sa team. What number did you pull from the weird slot machine?"
Kern sighed, his expression revealing a mix of resignation and amusent. "I pulled 10, funny enough. I thought it was broken because I was ranked 10 after the showcase event."
Ty furrowed his brow, processing the information. "Wait, didn't they state they would be doing all the prisoners first then you folks? Why is it that you're the first one to enter?"
Kern shrugged, a hint of confusion in his deanor. "I know a lot of them kept the orange color, but halfway through, one of the prisoners tried to strike the king. So while that was being handled, they started mixing people—"
Before Kern could finish, the door swung open once more. Another man entered, donning purple gear similar to theirs, standing about 6'4".
The interruption seed tid, as if to prevent further probing into the irregularities of the selection process. Ty and Kern paused their conversation, turning their attention to the new arrival who paused briefly to assess the room and its occupants.
Kern looked over at him and stated "aw great, it's Gisorn,"
Ty a bit confused stated "who?"
So kid I was in with the academy, he's a stuck and never shows much emotion, his Skill also makes it harder to read him.
Gisorn walked up to the group and asked "What number did you two get, "He stated with a blank face."
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