Sparks showered from the overhead crane girders as industrial halogen floodlights flickered to life across the vast interior of the loading bay.
The blast doors sealed behind the young commander with a heavy thud that reverberated through the foundations of the municipal facility.
Fifty shipping containers formed a maze of narrow alleyways and elevated catwalks across the wide perimeter of the industrial combat floor.
High above the arena, automated broadcast drones hovered in place, transmitting every angle of the high-stakes duel across millions of metropolitan display screens.
Jax stepped out from the shadow of a freight container, his shoulders locked in unnatural rigidity as divine lightning coiled violently beneath the skin of his forearms.
His pupils shone with a blinding radiance, completely eclipsed by the parasitic consciousness of the cosmic patron residing within his soul.
