In Báthory's private box, Atenzi sat motionless, his masked face betraying no emotion.
But behind that impassive exterior, his mind raced, analyzing every detail of the arena below.
The Ringmaster materialized in a flash of cosmic energy, his suit a surging nebula of excitement. "Ladies, gentlemen, and beings of questionable dimensionality!" his voice boomed, reaching every corner of the vast space.
"Prepare yourselves for a battle that will make your ancestors sit up in their graves and ask for a replay!"
Báthory leaned towards Atenzi, her cool breath ghosting across his ear. "Excited, my champion?
This should be... educational."
Atenzi's eyes swirled with otherworldly colors, the only indication of his intense focus.
The construct beside him flickered to life: "A clash of history's greatest strategists.
This will be more than mere combat."
