(Coliseum)
The arena erupted with another level of intensity, much higher, more intense than it had ever been. The red ground was darker than usual, despite the enormous illumination of the sun, the blood of the fallen gladiators was a wine carpet for the two finalists of the Wrath tournament.
A figure emerged from a corridor, holding a large scythe in her hands, and the audience greeted her with an explosion of cheers.
Another figure emerged from the opposite corridor, leaving the spiky ball of dellusion rolling across the earth, and the rest of the arena raising the level of screams to the heavens.
Slowly, they both made their way to the center of the arena, body parts of their victims scattered across the floor. Step by step, without stopping looking into each other's eyes, Dora and Mercy closed the distance between them and finally, at the height of the sun in the sky, they reached the center of the arena.
