Even as Johan's heart still pounded from his previous victory, the world around him shifted dramatically. The harsh desert heat gave way to a bone-chilling cold, the scorching sands replaced by endless expanses of white. The biting winds gnawed through his clothes and his breath fogged up in the icy air.
'Well, this is a drastic change,' Johan thought, squinting against the swirling snowflakes. His boots slipped on the ice, and he had to grip onto Danny's arm to prevent a fall. 'From scorching desert to freezing tundra. The architects of this arena sure have a flair for the dramatic.'
As he tried to acclimate himself to the new environment, a figure began to materialize from the swirling white mist. Johan squinted, his eyes straining against the blizzard until finally, the figure took shape.
