"Interesting, what you folks have here."
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once. It wasn't loud, but it cut through the arena's noise like a blade through silk. Every person in the stadium heard it clearly, as if the speaker stood right beside them.
The crowd went silent.
Competitors froze mid-spell. Spectators stopped cheering. The magical constructs in the arena flickered and dissolved as their power sources suddenly became unstable.
A figure descended from the sky.
He landed in the center of the arena, exactly where the duels had been taking place moments before. The stone beneath his feet didn't crack—it simply... accepted him, as if recognizing its creator. Dagon stood tall, his starlit skin gleaming in the afternoon light, his horned head turning slowly to take in the stadium, the crowd, the competitors frozen in place around him.
