The peculiar arrangement of the arena captured the audience's attention, hinting at the uniqueness of the next match. The shouting had ceased as they sat upright, hands clasped and resting on their knees, their gazes fixated on the arena's slightly gloomy iron gate. The wait was for a greater explosion of excitement to come, a feeling of anticipation shared by everyone.
In Black Abyss Arena's commentary box, the tabletop covered in an unknown beast hide was hidden in the shadow of black curtains to obscure the commentator's appearance, a measure for their safety, as there were always disgruntled spectators among the Demon Race who might retaliate against the commentators.
And now, a small deep purple hand with sharp claws suddenly reached out from behind the curtains, exposing its owner to the sunlight.
