"Then let's begin."
Gabriel waved one hand casually, as if brushing away a stray cloud.
Instantly, the void rippled like water disturbed by a stone.
Golden runes ignited in the emptiness—thousands of them, swirling and snapping together like puzzle pieces forged from starlight.
They spiraled outward, expanding at impossible speed, weaving into massive arches and pillars that stretched miles across the cosmos.
The arena formed before their eyes: a colossal coliseum suspended in space, larger than any mortal stadium, its outer walls a seamless blend of ethereal marble and radiant crystal, glowing with an inner light that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Towering spires crowned the edges, each tipped with floating orbs of holy fire that cast no heat but illuminated everything in soft, unwavering gold.
The structure floated weightless, defying gravity, with massive gates on four sides—each engraved with scenes of angelic triumphs, wings unfurled in eternal victory.
