The Tournament of Gods raged on, a breathtaking, universe-spanning spectacle of raw power, cunning strategy, and desperate survival.
From his high throne, Sunny watched the countless battles unfold, his God's Eye processing all the battles simultaneously.
Fifty million champions remained from the initial hundred million, a staggering number, yet only a fraction of those who had begun.
The sheer scale of the elimination was brutal, but necessary. This tournament wasn't just about glory; it was about forging the future protectors of his empire.
His gaze swept over the stands where his own champions rested, awaiting their next matches.
They had performed exceptionally well, their S-Grade power and the subtle enhancements from Veridia's unique environment setting them leagues apart from most competitors.
