The Arena had already turned into a ravaged sight resembling the Abyssal Hell.
Instead of sunshine, the Sun above now poured down Heavenly Fire, and the desert scene on the ground was permanently altered by the scorching Dragon Breath into a land of molten lava, where the hot magma flowed freely like the blood of the earth.
The Angel still soared high in the sky, her form merging with the Sun, appearing like a deity, her divine aura as vast as the ocean.
The Golden Dragon stood amidst the lava, roaring skywards with world-conquering Dragon's Might.
"Wow, it's a good thing this is a simulated world in the Arena. If this were real, can you imagine the damage?"
In the stands, Dorothy held a handful of fries in one hand and a soda in the other, thoroughly enjoying the show, which was far more thrilling than any special effects movie she saw in her past life.
Nevertheless, the Duel was drawing to a close.
