The battle between Daimon and Granak had raged on relentlessly, transforming the once pristine arena into a chaotic battleground.
The sandy floor, now marred with the scars of their ferocious exchanges, seemed to pulse with the very energy of their clash.
Granak, his massive chest heaving with each labored breath, finally shattered the tense silence that had hung between them.
His voice carried a gruff note of respect as he conceded, "You're powerful, I admit." His red eyes bore into Daimon's with an intensity that mirrored his acknowledgment. "But I think it's time we get serious."
Daimon responded to Granak's words with a sly, almost mischievous smile. "It seems so." His lips curled, revealing the hidden madness that simmered beneath the surface of his calm facade.
The spectators in the stands were entranced, their eyes glued to the mesmerizing spectacle unfolding before them.
