Forty eight hours elapsed in the blink of an eye as Anthony and Lucian playfully sparred with Aaaninja.
When the appointed time arrived, everyone was once again teleported out.
But this time, the atmosphere was different.
There were no floating seats.
The champions stood at a measured distance, positioned precisely as dictated by the Overseer.
And unlike before, no ancient screen appeared to inscribe their names.
Anthony and Aaaninja stood opposite each other, separated by a few hundred meters.
Above them, the Overseer hovered, his piercing gaze fixed upon both combatants.
"The time for the final match has arrived, after weeks of watching ants scurry about, clashing in their little battles. But I must admit… you are rather entertaining ants"
His condescending tone resonated through the air, reaching every ear, a reminder of the vast power that loomed above them.
