"And that's all for now, folks!" The Ringmaster's voice boomed across the arena. "We'll reconvene in a few hours for our next mind-bending match.
In the meantime, refresh those tentacles, recharge those psychic batteries, and remember – the concession stands accept all forms of currency, including mildly used realities!"
A parade of sounds filled the air as beings from across Naaim began to disperse.
Conversations in languages that defied comprehension mingled with the clatter of countless feet, tentacles, and appendages that physics hadn't quite caught up with yet.
In Báthory's private box, Atenzi rose from his seat, his movements fluid despite the lingering ache from his recent battle.
The vampire queen arched an eyebrow, her crimson eyes glinting with curiosity.
"Going somewhere, my champion?"
The construct beside Atenzi flickered to life: "Water.
I'll return shortly."
Báthory's laugh was like shattering crystal. "Ah, yes.
