The roars of the crowd slowly faded into a content hum, reverberating like the dying tremors of a great beast. The bloodlight from the execution spell still danced faintly across the arena walls, bathing everything in a dull crimson haze as the four Nightborne gladiators stood victorious.
The crowd had barely calmed before the arena announcer's voice thundered again.
"Next match. A duel! Mid-Amethyst Rank Veterans of the Crimson Claw Mercenary Division!"
Elara's eyes brightened again, just slightly, "Wait—we're watching more?"
Lilian snorted softly, "It's barely been half an hour. We're staying."
Albedo didn't complain. If anything, his eyes sharpened with interest, and the next two hours passed in a whirlwind of violence and spectacle.
The first duel was a brutal clash between two blood-enchanted swordmasters, one wielding a curved blade covered in shifting runes and the other relying on agile footwork and crimson clones.
