The battle stage loomed in the center of the arena, its surface marked with deep scars from countless past duels. At the edge of the stage, a boy stood, exuding an aura of cold menace that seemed to chill the air around him. His presence alone was enough to make the spectators hold their breath, their murmurs silenced by the sheer intensity of his gaze.
He was dressed in dark robes. The boy's lips curled into a smirk, revealing a hint of satisfaction as he thought of the impending confrontation
The anticipation in his eyes was palpable—this was not just a fight for him; it was a moment to prove his superiority, to crush anyone who dared to oppose him.
The crowd sensed the malevolence radiating from him, their unease growing with each passing second. Yet the boy paid them no mind.