As Samael held Jesus and Judas aloft, his cosmic victory seemingly assured, a subtle shift occurred in the fabric of reality.
High above the arena floor, in the opulent VIP box, Atenzi sat motionless, his golden eyes fixed on the unfolding drama.
To an outside observer, he appeared calm, almost detached from the cosmic battle below.
But within his mind, a war was raging.
*We should intervene,* a voice whispered in the darkest corners of Atenzi's consciousness. It was Oni no Atenzi, the primal, bloodthirsty aspect of himself that he had kept carefully contained throughout the tournament.
*No,* Atenzi responded internally, his mental voice firm but strained. *This isn't our fight. We're here to observe, to learn.*
Oni no Atenzi's laughter echoed through their shared mindscape, a sound that sent shivers down Atenzi's incorporeal spine. *Learn? We're here to conquer, to dominate.
And right now, Samael is about to rob us of our prey.*
