As the days passed and countless matches unfolded, the giant screen continued to cycle through endless numbers, its rhythmic glow almost hypnotic.
The tournament progressed with ruthless efficiency, as though it were sifting through debris to reveal the finest gems.
Thousands of battles had already been fought, reducing the field to a select few, beings who stood unrivaled at the pinnacle of power.
When the time for the next match arrived, every gaze shifted back to the screen, anticipation thick in the air.
Numbers whirred past with mechanical precision, cascading like a slot machine spinning in a high stakes casino.
Most of the champions watched with detached expressions, their eyes dull from the monotony of endless combat.
Days of relentless matches had dulled the thrill, leaving even the fiercest warriors indifferent.
Then, with an abrupt halt, the machine froze, its endless rotation coming to a grinding stop.
