ETHAN TAKES THE STAGE

The arena quieted as Seraphine stepped forward, her voice echoing across the coliseum. "Now, the next challenger may step forward. Let us continue this test of skill and resolve."

'Seems like my time is up'

Ethan Kent, with his usual composed demeanor, took a single step forward, the light mist that always seemed to surround him swirling faintly in his wake. His eyes, sharp and calculating, swept across the remaining combatants.

In the VIP section, Castenada leaned slightly forward, his gaze locked on Ethan as he thought. 'Let's see if this match reveals more about his mysterious abilities…'

Ethan's voice broke the silence as he pointed his twin daggers toward Trent Wayne, the figure cloaked in the shadows of the Blightmore House. "Trent Wayne. Let's finish what's left undone. It's just you and me now."