Every eye in the settlement was glued to the screens as Jeren continued his explanation. The casual cruelty in his voice, the mock sympathy, the absolute control he wielded. It all painted a picture far bleaker than anyone had imagined.
Akhil's mind raced, trying to formulate a strategy. They'd divided into groups, planned their approach, prepared for coordinated attacks across multiple arenas. But now, watching Jeren casually teleport one hundred people with a thought, all those plans felt meaningless.
'He can call anyone at any time,' Akhil realized, his jaw tightening. 'Location doesn't matter. Groups don't matter. He picks who fights when, and there's nothing we can do to stop it.'
"Oh, I can see some of you worrying about strategy," Jeren's voice cut through Akhil's thoughts, as if the Titan had read his mind. "Wondering how to coordinate when I can simply... relocate you at will."
His smile widened behind the mask.
