Villain Ch 2003. Semi Finals [Part 2]
The battle raged on.
Minute five.
Score: 2–2.
Then 3–2.
Then 3–3.
Every kill was immediately answered. Every burst countered by another.
Gil clenched his fists, eyes fixed on the chaos unfolding across the arena screen. "Goddamn. They're not just fighting. They're breaking each other."
Minute seven.
The arena was cracked open like a battlefield that had been through three wars already. Marble floor shattered. Runes flickering across scorched pillars. The map looked neat once, but now it was just wreckage and bloodstains rendered in immaculate high-res detail.
Arcana was bleeding virtual crimson down one arm, weapon dragging behind him. Red was panting, cloak torn, one shoulder coated in fire glyph burn.
They circled each other again.
One-on-one.
Leader against leader.
Azura flanked, still shadow-bound, not yet moving.
Red didn't speak. Just moved.
