Dark Horse

The Overseer momentarily set aside his thoughts, refocusing on his duty.

"There is no need to waste time on words. Let us proceed to the next match, shall we?"

Without hesitation, he took action.

Once more, the ancient technological screen flickered to life, cascading with shifting names.

But this time... the anticipation was palpable.

Everyone longed to step forward, their hearts pounding with exhilaration.

Battle hungry and restless, they yearned to be chosen, their blood ignited with the thrill of combat.

The screen flickered one final time before coming to an abrupt halt.

A hush fell over the arena as two names emerged in bold, glowing letters:

Null Anthony VS Charles Evander.

Seated comfortably, Anthony arched an eyebrow in mild surprise.