"FREYA! FREYA! FREYA! FREYA! FREYA!"
The deafening roar of the crowd in the Arena of Gods echoed with such force that it seemed as if the very heavens might collapse. Just as Octavio was about to act, his intentions dissolved under the sheer might of the Viking masses' thunderous cheers.
His eyes widened in shock as he watched the raw excitement surge through the countless warriors, a sea of battle-hardened souls shouting Freya's name with unyielding fervor. Though everyone knew the tournament's fairness was more illusion than reality, there was still a mantle of justice—however thin—cloaking the event.
