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The skeletal hand hovered above the creature, its movements slow yet deliberate as it pinned him in place. The dark flames along his body sputtered weakly, his defiance wavering. But before JJ could act further, a sudden shift in the air drew her attention away.

Meanwhile.

The King reappeared in the center of the grand arena, his golden aura casting faint reflections off the massive drones circling above. Yun-Jin lay crumpled in his arms, her pink hair streaked with blood and dust as her breaths came shallow and uneven. He looked down at her, a faint smirk playing across his lips.

"You see that?" the King asked, his voice calm but laced with sharp derision. He gestured toward the battlefield, where Lt. Heissman, battered and bloodied, was on his knees. Osalf loomed over him, his blade raised high and glowing with power as the finishing blow approached. The gathered spectators held their collective breath, the tension so thick it seemed to pulse in the air.