The instant the trumpet sounded, chaos erupted. Competitors surged forward like a tide of steel and fury, weapons clashing and boots pounding against the uneven terrain of the arena. The roar of the crowd rose to a fever pitch, their cheers and jeers blending into a deafening symphony that rattled the very ground beneath me.
I moved into the fray with purpose, my senses sharp and alive. My [Blood Sight] painted the battlefield in faint hues of light, each competitor glowing with the unique rhythm of their life force. It was like seeing a dance in the midst of a storm—chaotic, dangerous, but strangely beautiful.
The first challenger came at me quickly, a lithe swordsman whose movements were sharp and practiced. He slashed at me with precision, his blade cutting through the air with a faint whistle. I sidestepped the strike effortlessly, my body twisting with a grace that left his attack hitting nothing but air.
