ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER

Experiment?

While Ansel was on the floor, he could only hear the chants and applause from the crowd.

His hands went to his ears, but the noise was still too loud.

As he pressed his palms against his ears, a sharp pain shot through his chest, making him grit his teeth.

Ansel bit his lower lip, the pain threatening to escape as a scream. He bit down harder, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the bitter flavor on his tongue.

His eyelashes fluttered wildly as he struggled to lift his heavy lids. When he finally managed to pry his eyes open, his vision blurred, and all he saw was a hazy outline of a man looming over him.

Ansel couldn't distinguish if the man was Caspian or the announcer, but one thing was certain - a toothy grin was staring back at him.

Ansel dug his palms into the ground and struggled to sit up.

"... Caspian!"

The crowd's loud applause erupted once more as Caspian was declared the winner, and Ansel's body convulsed in a violent coughing fit, bringing out a reddish liquid from