The arena hummed with tension as the two vice-captains stepped onto the stage. Isolde Blackheart, the icy-hearted strategist of Dark Moon, stood poised with a cold, calculating gaze.
Ravi, in his sleek black and silver uniform, looked every bit the warrior. His amber eyes glinted with focus, the determination of a fighter who had honed his strength for years to rise above the limitations of his origins.
The two vice-captains locked eyes for a brief moment. No words were exchanged, but the silent battle of wills had already begun.
The referees examined the stage, ensuring the poisonous mist had dissipated entirely, before stepping back and signalling the start of the match.
