As the viewers lost hope in the Daywalkers' odds with each passing second, they didn't expect the worst had yet to come.
"Time for the grand finale!" the Gamemaster's voice crackled with sinister excitement. "Giants! Clear the stage!"
The moment the timer hit the one-minute mark, the two giants brought the rusted war-horns near their lips.
BWAAAA-RUM!
The sound was so loud it sent goosebumps coursing through every Daywalker on the rope... they knew that Gamemaster Envy was feared because he invested heavily in the trap mechanism, making it as deadly as possible.
As expected, before the echo could even fade, the giants reached to their waists and unsheathed two colossal, twin-headed axes!
The blades were the size of houses, reflecting a dull, murderous red tint... it was like the blades were permanently tainted by the blood of their slain enemies during their glorious days.
But now... their purpose shifted.
