Villain Ch 2007. Final Match [Part 1]
Not a single breath dared move out of sync with that number ticking down.
The arena had gone dead quiet, the kind of silence that made your ears ring, your blood roar. You could feel it under your skin, the tension, the buzz of the system, the soundless thump of a hundred thousand players watching from around the world.
The heat from the stage lights mixed with the cold artificial mist curling along the edges of the battlefield. It tasted like steel. Like salt. Like war.
[7… 6… 5…]
Red adjusted his grip on his sword. His armor glinted a soft bronze-gold, reinforced from their last match, blood still not cleaned from the edge. His shoulders rolled once, slow and calm. Not cocky. Ready.
