The crowd roared as Andrey stepped into the arena, his formal attire crisp and immaculate—a stark contrast to the bloodstained sand beneath his feet. The cheers were deafening, a wall of sound that pressed against him from all sides. The lights were harsh, casting long shadows across the ring, and the scent of sweat and anticipation hung thick in the air.
Morgana stood at the edge of the arena, her red eyes fixed on him, her voice carrying through the mana link. "Master… be careful."
Andrey's gaze remained fixed on the opposite end of the arena, where a massive figure was emerging from the shadows. His voice was calm, steady. "I'll win. Just wait."
The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, echoing off the walls. "Ladies and gentlemen! We apologize for the sudden cancellation of tonight's main event—but we have something far more exciting in store for you tonight!"
