"Your Majesty—"
The woman waved her hand, silencing the speaker.
"It's fine, he will be mine sooner or later. No matter his stance, he will eventually submit here." She lay lazily half-reclined on the golden throne, supporting her head with her hand, her arrogance mixed with a hint of subtle fatigue. Stretching out her slender arm, her skeletal structure visibly distinct, she pointed at a lineup of faces, casually plucking one from the air and touching it with her finger. Her appearance changed as if she had put on a new face.
Altair, under the gaze of everyone, walked towards the dealer 007. She bent down, standing respectfully and fearfully to one side of the crowd. Altair touched his ear, activating the hidden earpiece.
"Congratulations, Punishment, you are now the strongest contender in our Purple Eye Arena. Please follow me to the exclusive rest area for our fighters."