The coliseum faded into a shimmering white void. System prompts floated before Nero, instructing him to design his avatar. He hesitated for only a moment before choosing the simplest option—the mirror of himself. Red eyes, dark blue hair, and a plain but sharp set of armor, a longsword at his side. Unlike Blake or Lux, who had spent time fine-tuning their virtual selves, Nero merely shrugged.
[Avatar complete. Combat tutorial activated.]
Blake stretched lazily, his purple-haired, staff-wielding avatar spinning the crooked staff in one hand as if it weighed nothing.
"Don't worry, rookie. I'll go easy on you this round. Think of it as a lesson, not a fight."
Nero cracked his knuckles. "Fine. Teach me, then."
The countdown began.
3… 2… 1… Start!
