The Grandmaster wielded immense power. He could even execute someone anytime, anywhere, without invoking any law, simply according to his own whims.
But in reality, his rule was unstable. He had merely divided people into slaves and other classes based on his preferences. There were no checks and balances between the groups—or rather, there were not many complicated "groups" at all. They were all people who, in truth, possessed nothing.
Here, many experienced warriors were slaves. Once outside forces interfered, unrest was highly likely, and it would directly escalate into the fiercest armed conflict.
If he had merely exploited people doing other jobs, the economy would have collapsed first. But with guns in hand, he could always replace a few people. Yet Sakaar itself barely had an economy to speak of, much less a complete society. Its collapse would come very quickly.
And the Grandmaster sincerely believed that an uprising was impossible.
"People of Sakaar, Thor and Abomination stole my ship and incited those prisoners with jobs in the prison!
"People of Sakaar, take to the skies and bring them down..."
In the heart of the city, the Grandmaster was giving a speech, ordering his people to shoot down the Rebels. But hidden inside and using a projection, he failed to notice two large Transport Planes flying toward the building from the horizon...
Boom!
Before he could finish, the Transport Planes slammed violently into the tower, embedding themselves halfway into the towering structure!
The core of the Transport Planes lodged in the tower exploded. The secondary damage made the already crumbling building even more fragile. Metal floors fell away, load-bearing structures collapsed, and layer after layer of the building came crashing down—
The Grandmaster's building was about to fall!
"People of Sakaar! The Grandmaster's tyranny is over!"
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