The moment the three cocoons fully formed, suspended in the air like beating hearts of dark crimson light, the silence that had taken hold of the arena did not last.
It shattered.
Not slowly.
Not hesitantly.
But all at once, like a storm breaking free from restraint.
"They are chosen!"
"Those are the Origin Vampire hands!"
"Do you understand what that means?!"
The voices erupted from every direction, crashing into one another, rising higher and higher until the entire colosseum was filled with a deafening roar of excitement, disbelief, and overwhelming joy that no one even tried to hold back anymore.
"The Origin Vampire phenomenon has appeared!"
"Three of them!"
"THREE!"
"This is not just talent anymore!"
"This is heritage!"
"This is something that rivals the Origin itself!"
The words spread like wildfire, repeated again and again, each time growing louder, more intense, more filled with a reverence that bordered on fanaticism.
