"Next up! A spectacle unlike any you've seen before!" The announcer bellowed, his voice echoing across the Pit. "Bright Rock Bearer, Jiwe Mwero Shikanabe, against... an entire army!"
A hush fell over the crowd. Three hundred soldiers, clad in mismatched armor and wielding an assortment of weapons, marched into the arena. At their head stood the Sound General, a hulking figure radiating an aura of grim determination.
"Three hundred against one?" a spectator whispered in disbelief. "That's insane!"
"They say Shikanabe is cursed," another murmured. "Doomed to grow larger and stronger. Maybe this is the only way they can stop him."
Jiwe Mwero Shikanabe, the Bright Rock Bearer, stood alone at the opposite end of the arena. He was a behemoth of a man, towering over his opponents at a height of 2.08 meters and weighing a staggering 700 kilograms. But this wasn't fat; it was pure muscle, a grotesque tapestry of bulging veins and darkly gleaming skin.
