Meanwhile, the second team arrives backstage, where they are about to face the legendary monster Hecatoncheires a creature with a hundred arms, dragged up from the depths of the planet. They say its power is on a whole different level from the Minotaurs.
"ALRIGHTTT, TIME FOR THE SECOND TEAM TO ENTER THE ARENA!"
"It's... kinda big."
"Ugly too. We'll crush it without breaking a sweat!"
"BEGIN!"
Two of the team members launch the first attack, charging straight at Hecatoncheires, trying to destroy it in one blow. However, as they approach, it easily repels them, clearly not taking them seriously.
"Tough body... You can't pierce it with a regular sword."
"Let's go for its arms. No arms means it can't attack."
"You three, help us out!"
"Come on, let's finish off the little monster together."
The four members prepare to attack, while the last one stands still, arms crossed. The rest of the team doesn't seem to care, confident they'll win easily.
"LET'S GOOO!"
They launch multiple attacks at Hecatoncheires, cutting off its arms one after the other with incredible speed and strength. They pour all their energy into it. The crowd is thrilled, believing victory is near.
"Haha! We did it! We cut off all its arms!"
"Now for the heart but... I have no strength left."
"Wait, we all used up our energy just for that?"
Hecatoncheires stares at them, face twisted in annoyance... then does something terrifying.
"No way..."
"Its arms... they're growing back!"
Exactly that. The arms regrow quickly. The team watches in disbelief, completely drained. They don't even have the strength to run.
"This is the end..."
They scream in panic. The arena falls silent. Only their terrified cries break the stillness. They're about to pay for their arrogance.
Or maybe...
Hecatoncheires lets out a monstrous laugh and launches a brutal attack.
"They're done for now. Idiots. They should've made a plan. Arrogance comes at a price what you said Tristian? "
"It really is laughable, my king... but why is the last one just standing there? What exactly is he waiting for?"
"Hmm... Wait, which kingdom is that boy from?"
"He's from King Osiris' realm Sandy Lane. The last of the Seven Kingdoms."
The fighter from Sandy Lane Kingdom stands with his arms still crossed, calmly watching the others become a spectacle.
"YOU! DO SOMETHING! WHY WON'T YOU HELP US?!"
No response.
"You basta... If I had even a bit of strength, I'd kill you on the spot. You'll pay for this. WHY WON'T YOU TALK?!"
Hecatoncheires raises its arm, ready to crush the four members. But suddenly, a wave of dust rises, and as the beast looks confused, the warrior from Sandy Lane grabs its arm.
"Unbelievable... He has strength equal to or even greater than Hecatoncheires. Impressive, my king. Now I remember he's not just any fighter. He's the youngest child of King Osiris."
"The Dawn of the Sun... XOLAN"