Soon, all the platforms had finished their culling and only the True Kings and Queens stood strong, their aura blanketing over the world to suppress it despite their young age.
If the previous sixty four were the geniuses of the central continent now the sixteen left were its monsters, all with ridiculous talents, backgrounds and mysteries surrounding them.
Host Jonas smiled and clapped his hands, the sixteen vanishing alongside the platforms as a grand holographic projection screen appeared in the skies.
"It is now time for the third stage!"
***
Adonis slowly opened his eyes and instantly, the thick smell of blood invaded his nostrils and he felt the harsh winds of the place he was in swaying his hair without care.
Observing the world he was in, he was left in awe.
The skies were dark, filled with scarlet clouds that contained swimming arcs of grey lightning.
