Two beams of light descended from above the arena.
Damian Voss appeared on one side of the central stage with his sword resting quietly at his waist. His expression was still calm, almost too calm, as though the battle before him was not one of the most important matches left in the final competitive stage.
Yet everyone who had watched him fight already knew that Damian's calmness was more frightening than most people's rage. His sword did not need loud pressure to make others cautious. The moment he stood there, the air around the stage seemed to grow thinner and sharper.
Kaiden Voidmere appeared opposite him. Silver-gray ripples spread beneath his feet, folding and unfolding the space around him in quiet waves. He had already suffered defeats against Max, Ervin, and Revona, yet those losses had not damaged his reputation. Instead, they had revealed just how terrible his matchups had been.
