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The representatives of each champion stood in solemn attention, their gaze fixed intently upon the screen that hovered before them.

Their eyes, unwavering and composed, tracked the unfolding spectacle as their champion either tore through the relentless tide of adversaries or succumbed to overwhelming force.

While their focus remained on their own champion, their awareness extended to the others as well.

Some champions displayed such overwhelming power that they scarcely moved, leaving a growing mound of corpses in their wake.

Subtle yet unmistakable grins played upon the faces of certain races, those who had long stood at the pinnacle of galactic dominance, such as the Voidwalkers and Eclipsians , witnessing the fruits of their superiority with evident satisfaction.

A delegate from the Terramorph race spoke, her gaze fixed on the effortless brilliance of a champion's move.

"It appears the Voidwalkers have cultivated yet another genius"