Humans used to play Mobile Legends through the screen. It is now 4050 and it is no longer a game but a sport. Players are handpicked to enter the arenas as they strive to work as a team to destroy turrets and bring their team to victory.
Neo Cultur...
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Jeno and L.J froze. Beyond those gates was their stage – a colosseum-esque area with seats for all their brothers to stare down at them as if they were a spectacle, a circus show, a performance. A shadow trudged towards them. It was Olaf. Olaf walked through the gates.
Jeno knew what that expression was. L.J, too. Olaf was worried. Octo, the octohead servant with hobbit-like height and hands and legs identical to the humans rushed after the soon-to-be-coronated king.
"What is it, Olaf? What are you unleashing on us?" L.J said it with a tinge of humor, the type of humor that Jeno would never forsee himself having.
He thought back to Dana and wondered if she'd like L.J more.
Olaf brooded, Jeno knowing it would take some time to respond since Draxians spoke slow and steady with their deep-toned rumbling voices.
"A Bloodloid," Olaf answer, Octo the servant gasping in the background.
"No..."
L.J's face darkened, but Jeno had no idea what they were talking about.
"Where'd you get it? I thought those were just as deadly as they are rare."
"Draxians like deadly pets," Olaf answered. "It is Barog's. He says it's a donation. They are getting it from his grounds. They are transporting it in."
"Barog," L.J whispered under his breath. "Doesn't surprise me that he would be the first one to enjoy bloodshed."
"Why? What's a Bloodloid?" Jeno asked.
"A creature of the acidic sea, brother," L.J replied. "One of our royal used to keep them as pets on land. To torture them. Would cut their tentacles. Bit by bit."
"To what?"
"To feast on their body parts. Ate their tentacles, simmering them in soups, and then watch them grow their tentacles back and cut them off again. An infinite supply of seafood, eh?" L.J asked, the side of his lip lifting.
"That's torture."
"Mhm. Something our kind enjoy."
"Do you?"
"Not as much as I'm supposed to, I can tell you that. Barog has a Bloodloid and throws massive parties – I'm guessing it's an investment for parties where the platters would be seafood. How very luxurious."
Jeno let out a breath.
"You may know of it in its human term. It sounds mystical. Sounds like a biscuit name."
