The night descends, and the pristine crescent moon rises slowly.
Gentle moonlight spills over the arena, casting a serene tranquility over the grounds.
The spatial rift on the platform still resides, with the faint sound of the Fallen Blade Dragon's breathing emanating from within.
The other dragons stand silently on various platforms, waiting patiently.
The agreed time draws ever closer.
Previously, they had exchanged verbal barbs for quite some time, and now weariness begins to seep in.
Betrayed, these dragons have gathered here to witness the demise of the Fallen Blade Dragon firsthand.
Bobo's scholars have set up various detection instruments around.
"Can the arena's protective shield truly absorb the power generated within this battle completely?" a Night Watcher scholar couldn't help but ask.
His heart filled with concern, knowing that even the slightest leak of power could spell disaster for them.
