"Death to the Opposer!"
Deafening chants echoed.
"Death to the Fallen!"
Billions, trillions, quadrillions—the amount of people filling the stands were beyond comprehension, for mortals and ascendants alike.
Each person standing amidst the roaring crowd stood as powerhouses known across the vast seas of the cosmos; the weakest of them all were ninth step youth, budding legends soon to rise to Godhood, while the most powerful were ancient Gods ruling over voids and universes alike.
The power radiating from the crowd was shocking, the seas of energy overwhelming, and the scope of it all stood as pure insanity.
And yet, each of them stood as mere audience. Mere commoners, too poor to afford any higher form of standing in the scope of the unfurling event.
"Death to the usurper!"
They were all within a gigantic coliseum, one that floated in the depths of an emerald void across which countless golden stars could be seen.
