The stage was set, players ready and the spectators on the edge.
Today was the day when Oda Nobunaga will face The new Judas Iscariot, the forgiven.
In Báthory's private box, Atenzi sat motionless, his masked face betraying no emotion.
But behind that impassive exterior, he was excited to watch and learn more from Oda Nobunaga.
The construct beside him flickered to life, its voice a whisper in his mind: "A clash of legends approaches.
This will be more than mere combat."
Báthory leaned towards Atenzi, her cool breath ghosting across his ear. "Excited, my champion?
Nobunaga is a master entertainer if you think that traps and cunning strategies are entertainment..."
Before Atenzi could respond, reality itself seemed to hiccup.
The air shimmered, and in a flash of cosmic energy that sent ripples through the fabric of space-time, the Ringmaster materialized.
Always the suave one, with his 'celestial' fashion style.
