You were currently laying on the ground weakly, the other soldiers in the arena laying dead. Cheers and hollers rang out from the audience in the stadium.

This was it, you were going to die. You had rebelled against the king and queen, and now you were going to be ripped apart by the eliminator.

The eliminator, a god-like, merciless figure that stood at 23 feet tall, killed without hesitation. Nothing could outpower him. He raised his massive blade over your body.

Suddenly, he stopped.