As Chronos struggled to contain the darkness within him, he realized with horror that he was losing the battle.
His very being was being consumed by the darkness, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
The realization filled him with a sense of despair and hopelessness.
As Chronos was on the brink of being swallowed by the darkness within him, a voice boomed throughout the Colosseum.
"Congratulations… the 20 of you remaining have emerged victorious…"
A glimmer of hope flickered within Chronos as he heard the words, but the darkness still lingered, clawing at his very being.
"You have won the royal rumble but the selection tournament continues…"
[ Prepare to be ejected from the Grand Hall in : ]
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
As the countdown reached its end, he braced himself for the inevitable dematerialization.
When Chronos opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the auditorium, surrounded by the other cadets.
