The battlefield no longer resembled a student tournament.
It resembled the collision of two evolving worlds.
Half of the Grand Imperial Arena burned beneath waves of crimson-gold sovereign flame that surged like living royalty across shattered stone. The heat rising from those flames distorted the air into violent ripples, turning the battlefield into a landscape of molten cracks and glowing embers.
The other half drowned beneath endless eclipse darkness.
Cold spiritual pressure spread through the arena like an invisible ocean, swallowing light and suppressing movement with suffocating efficiency. Shadows twisted unnaturally across the ruined battlefield while drifting black feathers descended endlessly from the sky above.
Between those two territories, silver dream mist spiraled and shifted continuously, weaving through both domains like moonlight caught between fire and night.
And every second—
The battlefield changed again.
