The coliseum was alive with anticipation as Lyra stepped into the arena. The crowd roared, their voices a cacophony of cheers and shouts, filling the massive stone amphitheater with electric energy. Lyra's grip on her greatsword tightened, the weight of the final match settling on her shoulders. Beside her, Sylvia prowled in her humanoid form, her green eyes sharp and focused.
Across the arena, Dominic Astor entered with his three bonds. His commanding presence was matched by the sheer power radiating from his team: the sleek silver-furred wolf, the crimson-scaled wyvern, and the hulking, armor-plated beast. Dominic himself carried a spear, its gleaming point crackling faintly with energy.
