With the end of that battle, the arena had been tense.
The final battle for the day was coming up, and people were of differing opinions.
First, because a damned had proved superior against the most difficult attribute they knew, and the next battle involved a damned.
And as the final battle, they were expecting so much from them.
Before they could even settle their minds, narrow channels cut through the stone floor like decorative veins, glimmering beneath their surface with a faint blue light.
The air smelled faintly of the ocean, and the temperature of the arena dropped till it felt refreshingly cool against skin.
Appearance spoke a lot about them when they stepped out, and if you failed to make a statement when you came forward, your morale could drop several hundred meters below redeemability.
The announcer hesitated only a moment before speaking, distracted by the way she moved.
