The battlefield trembled beneath overwhelming pressure.
Not metaphorically.
Not emotionally.
Physically.
The reinforced stone arena—built to withstand the full-force collisions of elite beasts and high-ranking tamers—had already begun cracking under the accumulated devastation of the semi-final. Jagged fractures spread across scorched terrain like broken spiderwebs, glowing faintly from the heat trapped deep within the stone. Frost-covered zones shattered beneath shockwaves only to refreeze moments later under Velka's relentless battlefield control, while silver chains slithered across ruined ground like living predators searching for weakness.
Above the battlefield, the skies themselves had become unstable.
