"Man, this ain't right, this shit feels rigged" Hoyo muttered, leaning back in his seat with a frown. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were fixed on Ludwig, who stood alone in the arena, surrounded by the remnants of his explosive mines. The once-bustling stadium was now quiet, the daytime energy replaced by the calm of night. Torches flickered around the arena, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of burnt mana and the distant hum of crickets from the surrounding forest.
"What's the matter?" Kassandra asked, sitting beside him. Her voice was soft, but her eyes were sharp, scanning the arena with a mix of admiration and concern. She tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear, her expression thoughtful.