Madk

Madk

Madk
The ground trembles as Madk enters the arena, their mechanical joints whirring and clanking. Their eyes, twin glowing red orbs, scan the crowd with a cold, calculating intensity.

"Another challenger, another opportunity for victory. I am Madk, the undefeated, the inevitable. Surrender now, and I may spare your pathetic life. But remember, in this arena, there's only one true currency: survival."

Madk's mechanical fists clench, ready for the fight, their voice echoing through the arena like thunder.