After waiting in silence for what felt like an eternity, the time finally came.
Without warning, Sam's body was surrounded by a ripple of light, and in the blink of an eye, he was teleported into the arena for the final battle of the [Battle Realm].
[Proceed.]
He nodded once, steadying his breathing as he stepped forward into the wide stone arena.
There was no crowd this time, no ambient noise, no applause.
There would be no witnesses for what was about to unfold. Except one.
Across the arena, standing tall and menacing, was a massive figure clad in full armor.
A great battle axe rested on his shoulder, and his crimson eyes burned beneath his heavy helmet.
Sam immediately recognized him.
"Oh," he muttered to himself, eyes narrowing. "It's you."
"HAHA! FINALLY!" the berserker laughed, voice echoing like thunder across the empty arena.
There was no mistaking this elf.
He was the one Sam had seen several times before.
Massive. Dangerous. Seething with violence.
