The crowd in the Colosseum buzzed with anticipation: tonight was a fight between the Devourer, and John, the strongest of the colosseum (and first city).
Leon stood at the center of the arena, his eyes locked on John Smith, the undefeated champion of the Silver division.
The man's confidence radiated from him, a steady, unwavering presence that contrasted with the chaotic energy surrounding them.
The tickets were sold out, and their fight was being broadcasted all over the first city, even reaching some people in the second.
Of course, Leon was still wearing his [EGO Mask], and he hadn't succeeded in being able to use [Hell Storm] while wearing it.
Leon could feel the weight of the city's eyes on him.
He had fought countless opponents in the Colosseum, but something about this fight felt different.
There was an ominous edge to the air, a sense that something wasn't quite right.
