The screen flickered once—then again—before stabilizing with a low hum, a new battlefield bleeding into view.
Only one match remained.
The final fight of the Legacy Trial's last stratum.
Two competitors. One victor.
At the far end of the field stood a giant who defied all conventional scale. Nearly four meters tall, he looked less like a man and more like a siege weapon—muscle cords so thick they stretched his skin taut, the sheer bulk of his frame straining with tension. His body glistened under the arena's strange lighting, oiled and reflective, like steel-forged sinew polished for war. Each breath hissed from his mouth like a steam vent, violent and rhythmic, his chest rising and falling in hydraulic pulses. His arms—grotesquely oversized—weren't limbs so much as clubs of living flesh, crafted for destruction.
Neptune.
A Vorakan Juggernaut.
