Seraphine stood at the corner of the arena's passageway, shrouded in shadow. She clutched her sword with a grip that seemed both effortless and immovable. Her blue hair swayed faintly behind her, illuminated by the dim flickers of torchlight. Her eyes, void of any emotion, bore into the battlefield ahead.
No one noticed her.
Every pair of eyes in the vast arena was glued to me and Orcas, our clash at its center. The air was thick with anticipation, the crowd's cheers echoing like thunder across the stone walls. The announcer's booming voice fueled their excitement, narrating the fight with dramatic flair.
"Orcas the Merciless!" the announcer screamed, his voice cutting through the air. "A warrior known for his brutality, his relentlessness! Can anyone stand against his wrath?!"
The crowd roared in unison, though it was clear who they were truly rooting for.
"CUTIEPIE! CUTIEPIE! CUTIEPIE!"