Single Exchange
Inside the gaming dungeon, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The virtual environment recreated a stark, alien landscape, with towering rock formations and an eerie, glowing sky.
Two armored humanoid figures stood facing each other, each encased in sleek, high-tech Predator armor that glimmered ominously in the dim light.
These armored figures were none other than Wallace and Butler Mendez.
Both had prepared meticulously for this moment, and their armor signified not just their physical strength but their tactical prowess as well.
This was the essence of Battle Royale, where those who leveled up and gathered their strength faced off in a contest of skill and strategy.
Wallace adjusted his stance, his helmet's visor reflecting the surroundings. "This feels unfair, Butler Mendez. Is there honor in this?" he questioned, his voice distorted slightly by the helmet's speaker system.