Kyle leaned in, shaking his head with a grin. "Man, I love the drama. But these two? They're gonna lose it before this round's even over! If they don't make it to 500..."
Damian furrowed his brow, clearly confused. "Why 500? Is it that important? There's clearly a massive crowd here, right? Shouldn't it be easy to hit that number?"
Kyle glanced at Damian, his lips curling into a smirk that suggested a mix of amusement and pity. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if Damian had asked the most naïve question ever. "Ah, you really don't get how this place works yet, do you?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he looked at the glowing screen. "Alright, listen up."
Kyle pointed at the display hanging high above the arena. It was a large LED screen, glowing brightly in the dim-lit room, with numbers flickering constantly—view counts, like counters, and comment tallies. Damian's eyes followed Kyle's gesture. The number at the top was stuck at 489.
