Oscar's claws dug deep, pinning Freddy helplessly beneath him. He pressed down on Freddy's chest with immense force, driving him into the arena floor and leaving a deep crater in the ground. Freddy's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as blood seeped from the wounds scattered across his flesh.

The fierce determination that had once burned in Freddy's crimson eyes was gone. Now he lay powerless, awaiting the inevitable under Oscar's domination.

Freddy's body twitched weakly. There was no fight left in him. His jaws parted slightly—not in defiance, but merely to draw in the laborious breaths that kept him alive.

That was the end. Victory was within...