The arena had not yet recovered from the violence of the previous matches when the next confrontation was forced upon it.
Dust still lingered in the air like a stubborn memory, refusing to settle even as attendants worked hurriedly along the edges of the battlefield to clear fractured stone and scorched debris. The white surface of the arena, once pristine, now bore faint scars from earlier clashes—hairline cracks, darkened impact zones, and the subtle distortion left behind by powerful abilities colliding at full force. Even the air carried remnants of heat and tension, as though the battlefield itself had not yet exhaled from the strain.
The crowd, too, remained restless.
