The Colosseum of Sky thrummed with anticipation, its ethereal architecture pulsing with barely contained energy.
Spectators from across realities leaned forward in their seats, eyes fixed on the shimmering arena below.
In her private box, Báthory's fingers dug into the armrests, her usual composure slipping as she awaited the next bout.
With a crack of cosmic thunder, the Ringmaster materialized at the center of the arena.
His suit, a living fabric of celestial events, seemed particularly active today - supernovas bloomed across his lapels, and singularities swirled ominously at his breast pocket.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and beings of indeterminate existence!" the Ringmaster's voice boomed, somehow reaching every ear in the vast colosseum. "Are you ready for a clash that'll make your ancestors sit up in their graves and ask for a replay?"
The crowd roared in response, the sound shaking the very foundations of Aethoria.
