From the Scarlet Blood Moon's side, one of the members leaned forward, grinning. "Watch this. Frigid's not even going to last thirty seconds."
"I say the moment the referee said go, that block of ice will fall down."
But on Horizon's side, silence reigned. There was no trash talk, no banter—just the silence of confidence.
The match began. Gore launched forward, a blur of motion, his twin blades slicing through the air with terrifying precision. The Scarlet Blood Moon team cheered, already celebrating their imminent victory.
As Gore's blade descended, promising a swift end to the match, something unexpected happened. Frigid's body shifted unnaturally, transforming into a massive block of ice. The impact of Gore's strike rang out through the arena like a bell, but the blade didn't carve through as expected. Instead, it glanced off the frozen surface, leaving only a faint scratch behind.
