As distant noises echoed through the passage, Hannah replied coolly, Theres no escaping.


    No matter which passage we take, well encounter beasts.


    We must fight them.


    The man in the cat mask stared at Hannah, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and shock.


    You… You can really handle those monsters? Probably, Bryson responded sinctly.


    A faint glimmer of hope sparked in the eyes of the cat-masked man.


    Hannahs next words, however, swiftly quenched that flicker of hope.


    But maybe not. Just as they prepared to move on, heavy footsteps approached, making the ground tremble slightly.


    Hannah gestured for the neer to be silent, and the trio hid in the shadows.


    A massive beast lumbered into view, its body armored in scales, its eyes alight with avarice as it searched for prey.


    Thats… a crocodile-dragon! the man whispered in awe, his voice barely audible.


    Hannah peered intently at the monstrous figure looming in the dimly lit corridor, her eyes narrowing with cautious intrigue.


    What is that thing? Ive never encountered such a creature before.


    Its a gically engineered abomination, crafted specifically for the arenas spectacles.


    It hardly qualifies as a wild beast anymore, the man replied, his voice faltering as he swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Hannah.


    Can you truly handle this? Prepare for battle, Bryson stated coolly, his grip tightening on his weapon with a practiced ease. Hannah nodded firmly, her gaze resolute and unwavering.


    She understood the gravity of their predicament-any hesitation now could get them dead.


    Leaning in close to Bryson, she murmured, We must leverage the terrain to our advantage.


    Avoid direct confrontations at all costs.


    As she spoke, the beast, as though sensing their presence, began to inch closer to their concealed location.


    The audience, gripped by the intensity of the moment, held their breath, their eyes riveted to the screen, fully immersed in the life-and-death struggle unfolding before them.


    Look, how will those three manage against that monstrosity? an excited yet anxious spectator in the audience wondered aloud, his fists clenched in suspense.


    That woman appearspetent, but the odds this time seem daunting,mented another burly man, his voiceced with concern.


    At the pivotal moment, Hannah and Bryson exploited the confines of the narrow passage to their advantage, cleverly maneuvering the beast deeper into a meticulously prepared trap! Despite his lingering apprehension, the man who had recently joined them kept pace and assisted in setting up straightforward barricades. Will this really work? he inquired, his voice shaking with fear.


    Do you have any other choice but to trust us? Bryson responded sharply.


    The man shook his head.


    I remember theres a trap switch here, originally meant for people like us, but it might just work on the monster.


    Show me, Bryson demanded immediately.


    Turning to Hannah, he instructed, You hold down the fort here.


    Hannah nodded.


    Go ahead.