The cacophony of screeches dwindled until everything went silent, marked by the black color finishing overtaking the red, fiery shades.
The fire itself also changed. It initially bubbled as if it were liquid, only to condense into something slimier, creating a membrane-like cover over the platform.
Then, the membrane transformed again, turning gaseous and rising into the sky, revealing what had spread underneath.
There was more blackness over the platform. Actually, black was the only color. A dense gas was flowing over the stone tiles, corroding them, even dripping outside the ring's boundaries.
Grace and the black-haired woman were both in front of those descending waves, and their survival instincts prompted a simple answer. The two jumped back before they could even study what was happening, causing a reaction in the audience.
