Deep within the dark prison cells—where no scream could ever be heard—
a large number of hunters had already been captured, thrown into cages like livestock… reduced to mere entertainment.
Tools. Nothing more.
Used to put on a spectacle that catered to the twisted desires of creatures Ethan knew nothing about.
Ethan lay inside his cell, speaking with Raiden in the one beside him,
carefully extracting as much information as he could.
From his towering companion, he learned that Raiden had only arrived a few days ago…
and had already fought in two matches—winning both.
The same applied to Chai,
and to Alicia ... who had somehow managed to survive as well.
They weren't the only hunters captured either.
Dozens had been taken… and some had already died.
"The matches we fought so far… were against other monsters imprisoned here," Raiden said in a low voice.
"But some hunters… were forced to fight each other."
Ethan nodded slowly, understanding the implication immediately.
