PAGE 1 — QUARTERFINALS: POWER WITHOUT RESTRAINT
The Inter-Realm Arena reinforces itself again.
A second layer of divine geometry locks into place.
Not for spectacle.
For containment.
Only eight fighters remain.
Their names echo across realms.
Kings lean forward.Angels whisper.Gods finally watch without arrogance.
Bromrik cracks his knuckles.
"Well, lads, if we die—"
Lyneth cuts in,
"—don't haunt me."
He nods.
"Fair."
Across the arena, Aurex stands silent, wings folded tight.
His humiliation still burns.
His eyes never leave Karna.
PAGE 2 — WHEN GOD-BLOOD FLOWS
The first match detonates.
A demi-god named Zhaelor releases his seal.
Divine veins blaze across his skin.
He does not cast spells.
He becomes one.
His opponent, a beastkin champion, charges—
Zhaelor erases him.
Not kills.
Erases.
Nothing remains.
The crowd recoils.
The gods do not object.
This is allowed.
Next—
Lyneth faces a fallen angel.
Her arrows bend mid-air.
His wings shatter hers.
Blood rains onto the platform.
She fires anyway.
Both collapse.
Draw. Elimination.
Bromrik mutters,
"…I hate balanced outcomes."
Then it is Karna's turn.
PAGE 3 — KARNA VS AUREX
No announcement.
No build-up.
The platform seals.
Aurex unfolds his wings.
Six radiant sigils orbit him.
"Human," Aurex says coldly,"You humiliated me."
Karna blinks.
"…I did?"
The bell rings.
Aurex attacks instantly.
Light spears rain from every angle.
Space fractures.
The arena screams under pressure.
Karna steps forward.
Not back.
Each spear shatters before reaching him.
Aurex roars and draws his divine blade.
They clash.
Once.
Twice.
On the third—
The platform cracks.
On the fourth—
The barrier flickers.
Gods rise from their thrones.
Indra's voice sharpens.
"Reinforce it!"
Too late.
Karna strikes once.
Not with divine energy.
With weight.
Aurex's blade snaps.
His wings collapse.
He crashes unconscious.
The barrier stabilizes—
Barely.
Bromrik wipes his eyes.
"…I think I just aged ten years."
PAGE 4 — FEAR LEARNS TO BREATHE
Only four remain.
Zhaelor.A shadow sorceress named Nyssara.A dragon-blood warrior.Karna.
The gods argue now.
Not openly.
But their silence is tense.
An angel whispers,
"This human is disrupting fate."
Another replies,
"Or revealing it."
Below, Karna sits again.
This time, no one jokes.
Even Bromrik keeps quiet.
Nyssara watches Karna from afar, smiling faintly.
Not predatory.
Curious.
"He fights like someone who doesn't need to win," she murmurs.
Above, divine sensors overload.
The arena shakes—not from power…
…but from resistance.
The structure itself rejects what is happening.
PAGE 5 — THE MOMENT THE ARENA ADMITS DEFEAT
As the semifinal matchups prepare—
A crack appears in the sky.
Not from combat.
From strain.
The Inter-Realm Arena has hosted gods.
Monsters.
World-ending battles.
But it was never built to hold someone who stands outside classification.
Indra stands fully now.
His voice echoes across realms.
"This tournament continues."
A pause.
Then, quieter—
"…But the arena will not survive the finals."
Karna looks up.
For the first time—
He feels eyes on him.
Not judgment.
Not hostility.
Attention.
And far beyond heaven's reach—
Something ancient stirs.
Not summoned.
Not awakened.
Just… watching.
END OF EPISODE 5