The moment the words left his mouth.
The colossal jumbotron hovering over the stadium violently flickered.
The screens, which had previously been split to show the other competitors, synchronized perfectly.
The terrifying visual of Pod 10, drowned in green chemical fog, violently hijacked every single pixel of the main display.
Pod 10 was now the sole focus of the entire world.
Standing outside the control sector, Nicholas's expression was glacial, his long fingers resting elegantly on the keys of his military-grade laptop.
He hit the Enter key.
Every digital artery in the stadium now belonged to him.
The entire world had no choice but to watch Pod 10.
Because that was all he was going to let them see.
On the screen.
Serena stood amidst the shattered ruins and toxic vapor, slowly lifting her piercing gaze.
Those devastatingly cold, obsidian eyes stared down the camera lens, looking as though they were piercing straight through the monitors and into the souls of the millions watching.
Her crimson lips curled upward, forming a deeply arrogant, mocking smile.
"Is this what Severia considers a fair competition?"
Her tone was deceptively light, but it landed like a brutal, open-handed slap across the face of every single executive on the Severian Syndicate Council.
And the second those words echoed through the arena.
The massive broadcast screen shifted again.
It split into a picture-in-picture format.
Violently broadcasting the live security feed of the VIP control room directly onto the global stream.
Inside the control room, there was absolute, unmitigated panic.
The same elite Severian officials who had just been sitting on their thrones, believing they held the lives of the competitors in the palms of their hands, were now publicly melting down.
One executive, his face purple with rage, was pointing a trembling finger at a technician and screaming, "Shut it off! You useless trash!"
Another was hyperventilating, completely soaked in sweat, shrieking, "What are you standing there for?! Pull the plug on Pod 10!"
Others were physically shoving technicians aside, desperately clawing at the keyboards with shaking hands.


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