Klaus's lips curled into a faint, lazy smile.
"Guess it's about time I got to work."
With that, he vanished from the skies above the Coliseum.
He emerged again just moments later, standing on the long, empty road that led toward the Prime Expanse — the very same ancient route where Kaguya and Kagami had once faced each other in fierce combat.
The path stretched on endlessly, perfectly restored now, with no trace of the battles that had once scarred it.
Yet, the air was still thin and heavy, as though it clung to the echoes of those past conflicts, unwilling to let them fade entirely.
Klaus hovered above the starting point of the road before slowly descending. He sat cross-legged in the air, his pure white hair drifting around him as he looked down the long path ahead.
"This should be perfect," he muttered to himself, resting his chin on his hand.
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Back at the Coliseum, the final eighteen champions gathered in the heart of the shattered arena.
