Time passed, and with the conclusion of the semi-finals, it was soon time for the finals.
After a momentary rest, the match soon got underway.
The bonfires roared, casting long, dancing shadows across the ice. The Arena of Fangs was no longer just a fighting pit; it was a cauldron of noise and bloodlust.
"The Final Match!" The Fox-kin announcer screamed, his voice cracking with strain.
"The Challenger from the Border... LEO!"
The crowd stomped their feet. The vibration shook the icicles from the arena walls.
"Versus... The Pride of the North... PRINCE GORN!"
ROAR.
From the Royal Gate, Prince Gorn stepped out.
He was magnificent. His golden fur was groomed to perfection, shining under the magelights.
He wore ceremonial armor made of white dragon bone and gold, enchanted to deflect magic.
In his hands, he held Stormcleaver, a massive greataxe crackling with blue lightning, a family heirloom of the White Lion line that he had usurped.
From the Common Gate, Leona walked out.
