The Arena's Pathway
The old man, leaning back with an air of nonchalance, replied after a brief pause, "Oh, I harbor no intentions of fleeing. There exists no adversary I cannot vanquish. My plan? Triumph in this year's Arena of Life, reclaim my former stature, and perhaps, as a bonus, relieve that man of his other eye." His laughter boomed through the cell, echoing a blend of confidence and a hint of vengefulness.
Ty, one eyebrow arched in skepticism, questioned, "Really? If your power is as formidable as you claim, how did you end up losing an eye, becoming a captive, and resembling a disheveled hermit confined in this cell for months on end?"