"Damn!"
Hector grimaced and clenched his teeth to the limit, clutching his head as he dropped to his knees.
A corrupting aura surged over him, distorting the atmosphere.
"Wow! That really is the prototype!" the old man nearby laughed, quickly backing away from Hector, even though they had already been far apart.
The blonde girl stared intently at Hector, as if observing something thrilling.
"Interesting!" She curled her lips into a grin and stepped back, dodging the pressure that struck her with metallic force.
All the privileged prisoners were focused on Hector, excitement flashing in their eyes.
"Fuck! I need to stop this before it's too late!" Hector held his head in agony, retreating to a corner of the wall in a desperate attempt to control his movements.
His limbs trembled violently with every pulse of aura that danced across his skin.
"Try it!" Hector bit his lip against the pain, struggling to withstand the tension and frenzy overwhelming his mind.
This was a battle.
