Rise of Yahunyens: Origin

Episode 75: The Twist

The music on the speakers intensified. It was a known theme, a theme used for people like Olzaar Eronas. He simply stood there, adding to his mass presence. The music, a masterpiece of orchestral composition, was a sonic powerhouse. It featured bold brass, soaring strings, and driving percussion, creating a sense of epic scale and intensity. Everyone looked at him in awe and the contestants remained silent and felt threatened as he stood there. The Warrior King himself was here! The arena was almost silent with slow discussion.

For that moment, the arena sat in an almost reverent hush, with only a murmur rippling through the crowd. Some eyes turned to the blazing firewall as they tried to understand the phenomena of it. No one dared break the almost silence.

Olzaar took a deep breath, his exhalation was visible like smoke from fire, curling in wisps before vanishing. Then his voice—commanding, unaffected by the chaos—cut through the air with lethal clarity. "Alright, alright," he began, each word steady. "I know what's been happening. I've been watching for a while, but when things reached this point, I finally had to step in." He let his words settle, his gaze scanned the restless throng.

Olzaar had a burning determination in his eyes, like he was about to say something that was a must to listen for everyone otherwise it'd be a terrible loss. The contestants stood still with silent murmurs, no one had anything to say to the warrior king as his aura was indicating that he commanded people's ears to listen and not their mouths to shit. He put his hand in his pant's pocket and took out a small mic. This mic was connected to all the speakers in the arena. No one knew that nor could anyone understand. "People. This arena as of now, is in my and my team's custody temporarily." He began. The speakers echoed his voice all over the arena, surprising everyone. The murmurs became louder from both the spectators' side and the contestants' side. The giants on the other side of the fire wall were also murmuring continuously. "Calm down people. CALM DOWN. I know you people are confused. From out of nowhere, a person who wasn't here for years has suddenly shown himself and is saying something that sounds nonsense to you, but kindly listen, we're halting this event!"

One of the contestants, eyes narrowed with defiance, broke the silence. "Oi! Whoever you are, warrior king or not, get out of our way, or we'll crush you too! Stop fooling around!"

"We're warriors here to kill these giants and win!" another voice echoed, his tone hard, challenging.

"Oi! You might be the warrior king, but what the actual hell do you mean this arena is in your custody?!!

"Stop joking. Take down this wall or turn it into ice—whatever magic trick this is, it's burning our skin and melting our weapons!"

"This arena, this whole city, this whole territory, the Mordul Uls—it's all run by the wealthy elites, their alliances with the Underworld Government, what do you mean your custody?!"

The venom in their voices darkened, and another contestant shouted, "Everyone who fights here is frustrated! This whole damn place is hell anyway! We're here to kill, to let loose, to feel a sick satisfaction in this chaos!"

The crowd jeered. Their shouts of hate passed through the red fog.

"CALM DOWN PEOPLE! AT LEAST LISTEN TO ME! WE AREN'T HIJACKING THIS ARENA OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT!!"

The crowd stilled, waiting under the weight of Olzaar's gaze, a force that felt almost tangible, pressing down like an unseen hand. His voice, steady as an incantation, split the tense silence with an air of command and measured contempt.

"Whatever I am about to say, please listen carefully." Olzaar took a pause. His determination burned even brighter as he continued, "This is been broadcasted live on almost every single screen, every television and mobiles all over the territory of Mordul Uls. Before coming to the point and reason why I am doing all this, I'd like to ask you guys some questions. A guy here among the contestants said that he or anyone who is here feels frustrated. 'We're here to kill, to let loose, to feel a sick satisfaction in this chaos' those are the exact words he said as I remember. Have you guys ever gone through such frustrations that you feel like killing someone?" The question hanged in the air and the crowd didn't know what to answer or moreover they thought, why answer his question?