The Grand Transit Depot stood transformed into a colossal combat colosseum, its vast central terminal cleared to host six floating arena rings suspended fifty feet above the ground.
Holographic sponsor banners and divine crests floated through the cavernous rafters, illuminating eighty thousand screaming spectators packed into multi-tiered grandstands.
Camera drones buzzed through the air like hornets, broadcasting every angle in crystal-clear high definition to millions of viewers across Earth and off-world celestial realms.
Nox stood with his squad in the fighter staging bay beneath the eastern grandstand, observing the opening ceremonies with calm detachment.
Above each arena ring, glowing digital boards displayed the matchup rosters, accompanied by the golden sigils of participating cosmic deities.
"Look at the equipment on those corporate squads," Sharon remarked, leaning against the railing with arms crossed over her leather vest.
