The audiences murmurs swelled.


    Can she really handle them alone? someone wondered aloud.


    This is more thrilling than the beast fights! another eximed.


    Meanwhile, Hannah stealthily dispatched approaching beasts with precise, calcted movements.


    Internally, she kept a count; with each beast she defeated, her physical strength ebbed, but her determination remained unshaken.


    Bryson and Remington faced their own fierce battle.


    While Remington boasted strength, hisck of agility was evident.


    Fortunately, Brysons quick reflexespensated, helping them dodge potential disasters.


    Eight down, two to go! Remington eximed, his voice a mix of disbelief and exhration.


    Neither had expected to maintain such resilience under these extreme conditions. Look out! Brysons urgent shout interrupted the moment.


    He pushed Remington out of harms way just as a massive beast charged.


    Bryson then confronted the beast head-on, wrestling it in a critical sh.


    Remington quickly regained his footing and joined Bryson in the fight, and together, they subdued the final threat.


    Gasping for breath, Remington said, Thanks for the save.


    Bryson gave him a stern look.


    I didnt save you for your sake.


    Youre not allowed to die yet.


    He then surveyed the area and started towards where Hannah had ventured.


    A soft step sounded from the darkness, and Hannah reappeared. Ive dealt with them; all clear, she dered, her voice steady though her eyes betrayed her fatigue.


    What now? How do we escape? Remington asked urgently.


    Hannahs lips curved into a knowing smile.


    Escape? Why not confront Peterson directly and end this once and for all? What? Remington gasped, his face a picture of disbelief.


    Peterson is still here? Knowing Petersons character, Hannah surveyed the environment, pointing to the iron gate.


    Check over there.


    He wouldnt just leave, expecting us to make a mistake.


    As they neared the gate, it creaked open on its own, revealing Peterson with aman in a tiger mask by his side.


    Were unharmed.


    Disappointed? Remington taunted. The man in the tiger mask stepped forward, fixing his gaze on Bryson.


    How about a match? Win, and youre free to leave.


    Hannah said, Weve already handled your beasts, and now you change the terms? She looked pointedly at Peterson.


    Do you ever keep your word? Peterson shrugged casually.


    I never imed to be a man of my word, Hannah.


    Ill face him, Bryson said, stepping ahead of Hannah despite his visible injuries.


    Let Hannah go first.


    That wont do, Bryson.


    You y by my rules here, Peterson said, his smirk deepening.