The cheers in the coliseum quieted once more as Sebastian took center stage, his expression unreadable, though his eyes gleamed with intrigue. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice adopting a darker tone, "brace yourselves, for what you are about to witness will chill your very souls. The next participants hail from a house shrouded in mystery and fear—a lineage that dances with death itself. I present to you... the Blightmore House!"
A deathly silence fell over the crowd as the entrance at the far end of the coliseum grew unnaturally dark. A chilling wind swept through the arena, causing even the brightest flames of torches to flicker and dim. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees, sending shivers through the spectators.