The sudden appearance of the arrivals startled everyone.
A suffocating wave of killing intent rippled through the coliseum, radiating from every corner as the Virelan shadows filled the arena. The sheer density of their presence made the air feel heavy, a dread pressing down on the hearts of even the strongest warriors present. Every movement, every silent breath carried an unshakable aura of discipline and death. It wasn't just numbers they brought with them the weight of inevitability.
Arabella, Maximus, and Seraphina all paused, their eyes turning slowly, calmly surveying the scene. Their expressions betrayed little, ripples beneath the surface of still water. Only Arabella's control cracked as her forehead tightened, a vein popping as her lips curled in annoyance.
