The Blood Valley shook with the echo of battle, far from the grandeur of the main arena.
In the stands, spectators craned their necks, eyes glued to a massive floating screen hovering above the arena, broadcasting the fight in real-time. Whispers and excited murmurs rippled through the crowd as the announcer's voice boomed across the arena.
"Next match—Aamir of the Vampires versus Korr, Champion of the Werewolves!"
On the screen, Korr's massive form loomed, muscles rippling under silvery fur, claws sharp enough to shred stone. His amber eyes glowed with primal fury.
Aamir stood in the center of Blood Valley, hands casually in his pockets. Calm. Composed. Like he was waiting for a stroll, not a fight.
Korr growled, cracking his neck. "You'll regret stepping into this valley, outsider."
Aamir smirked lazily. "Confidence is nice. Let's see if it's backed up with substance."
