The battlefield had become completely unrecognizable.
What had once been the pristine center stage of the National Championship now resembled the aftermath of a catastrophic war between ancient monsters. Massive cracks spread across the reinforced arena floor in jagged patterns, glowing faintly from residual heat trapped deep within shattered stone. Entire sections of terrain had collapsed inward from repeated impacts, while melted rock hissed beneath lingering frost energy that still struggled to maintain Velka's battlefield control.
Residual white-gold flames flickered across ruined ground like dying stars.
Everywhere the previous clash had touched, destruction remained.
Even the barrier formations surrounding the Grand Imperial Arena continued glowing under emergency stabilization. Layer after layer of ancient defensive arrays shimmered overhead, reinforced continuously by arena elders whose expressions had long since lost all calm composure.
