Mount Olympus – Alpha Quadrant
Just minutes earlier, the arena had shaken under the deafening roar of millions. The stands trembled with anticipation, convinced they were about to witness the final, decisive clash of the tournament: Kronos, the chief god himself, against Morgana, the Earth's strongest champion.
It was the battle everyone had awaited—the embodiment of two factions' pride colliding at the heart of Olympus.
Then it happened.
A blinding white light erupted at the center of the stage, so radiant that even seasoned magus shielded their eyes. The blast swallowed the arena, drowning sound in its brilliance.
When the light faded, silence replaced the thunder of cheers.
The arena floor was empty.
No Morgana. No Kronos.
Confusion spread like wildfire. Voices that had once cheered now faltered into gasps and murmurs.
Klea's heart pounded as she extended her divine senses, desperately probing for Morgana's aura. Nothing. Not even the faintest trace.
