After Trek's massive body hit the ground, the Colosseum crowd froze. The roar that had shaken the air just seconds earlier vanished, as if the very sound had been sucked away. Thousands of eyes stared wide in disbelief at what they had just witnessed—the undefeated Champion of ten years, felled by a foreign human who had arrived without guards, without banners, without a renowned name.
Ren stood in the center of the dust-filled arena, his breathing ragged, chest heaving. Sweat streamed down his temples, mixing with the dust clinging to his skin. For the first time in years, he had fought without full body armor. No multi-layer advanced armor—just a single gauntlet of his own creation, originally designed for extreme construction work: lifting steel beams, breaking massive boulders.
Yet the technology built to lift the world… had proven capable of toppling a giant.
