The brutal slaughter left the crowd strangely numb, despite being no strangers to death. They had seen limbs torn off, guts spilling, and heads rolling countless times before—yet something about the effortless, casual way the Blood Ravager dismantled Vernis sent a collective chill down their spines.
But every quickly forgets that move onto the next and final challenger of today, who also had a special identity.
The announcer took his time, dragging out the moment until the silence itself felt heavy.
"And finally... please welcome our final challenger... Taran."
His name echoed through the arena like a whisper and a curse, the name alone stirring a strange ripple through the spectators.
The spectators started to murmur, and the atmosphere became a bit different. Some faces lit up with curiosity, others with pity, and some with a quiet, almost uncomfortable respect.
