The world remained buried beneath fire.
Not ordinary flames.
Not the chaotic blaze of a battlefield losing control.
This was destruction elevated into something almost divine.
Crimson-gold sovereign fire churned violently through the shattered arena like a living inferno determined to consume everything in existence. Golden solar flames crashed against it in collapsing waves, releasing bursts of radiant heat powerful enough to distort the atmosphere itself. White-hot spiritual pressure flooded every corner of the Grand Imperial Arena, pressing against barriers, spectators, and stone alike with suffocating intensity.
The aftermath of the collision between Solar Judgment and Sovereign Inferno had not ended.
It still raged.
Still screamed.
Still threatened to tear the battlefield apart completely.
