In the Colosseum of Grimspire, a dazzling light poured from above, illuminating the square platform at the center. The atmosphere was as loud as it could be, every breath heavy with anticipation and tension.
The crowd's fervor reached a fever pitch.
Two figures stood in the middle of the arena while the referee stood by the side.
Julien appeared calm, his expression unreadable as he faced Kaelion. Kaelion, equally composed, wore a white uniform accented with subtle shades of blue that fluttered silently as the two stood on opposite ends, sizing each other up.
Kaelion's presence was overwhelming, his powerful momentum radiating across the Colosseum, pressing down on everyone who watched. Many in the audience found themselves instinctively averting their gaze, unable to shake off the fear that he instilled.
He appeared different than the time Julien had last fought him.
He seemed a lot calmer and composed.
