Silver-gold flames illuminated the shattered battlefield like a second sunrise born within the depths of ruin.
The Grand Imperial Arena no longer resembled the glorious tournament stage that had once welcomed thousands of spectators with pride and celebration. Massive sections of the battlefield had collapsed entirely beneath overwhelming spiritual pressure. Cracks spread like spiderwebs across the reinforced arena floor, glowing faintly from the violent collision between sovereign fire and abyssal darkness. Melted stone steamed beneath waves of unstable energy while fragments of shattered barriers floated briefly into the air before disintegrating into drifting particles of light.
Above the arena, storm clouds churned endlessly.
Thunder rolled through the heavens like distant drums announcing the arrival of something far beyond an ordinary championship match.
And within the center of that collapsing battlefield—
Silver-gold fire burned against endless darkness.
