"Mr. Phillips, what on earth is going on? I can't make heads or tails of it."
Cyrus had returned from beneath the Colosseum to the area where the host gave his commentary.
Someone else should have been here, too.
The commentator himself.
But he wasn't here now. He was somewhere unknown, watching the match.
So Cyrus had no choice but to talk to Phillips from a distance through a magic microphone.
He wasn't trying to create a dramatic effect this time.
He genuinely couldn't understand what was happening.
After all, the entire Colosseum was covered in green.
Aside from being able to hear the people inside talking thanks to the audio feed,
he couldn't see a thing.
"Ahem. Here's what happened..."
Phillips, who'd been called upon, gave a couple of pointed coughs, then recounted everything that had just happened from beginning to end.
"Um... Mr. Phillips, am I right to understand that this is just an appetizer for two Title Holders?"
After listening, Cyrus carefully considered his wording.
Now he understood what was going on inside.
It was a good thing Phillips was commentating this time.
Otherwise, if tens of thousands of people who'd paid a fortune for tickets were made to watch a fight they couldn't understand at all, there would definitely be trouble.
Of course, he didn't mean the people who'd collected the money would be in trouble.
After all, the money had gone to the steward, and the audience didn't have the power to make them suffer.
But as the host, he couldn't be so sure about his own safety.
"To anyone else, that Poison Smoke might be deadly. But for those two, it should just be an appetizer."
Phillips nodded.
The revelation about the Human Crucible had certainly been shocking.
But Alisa was his own child,