The vast arena, now restored after the epic battles, shone under the golden light that crossed the sky. The stands were packed with thousands of spectators, all standing, applauding and shouting in unison the names of the champions. In the center, a raised circle highlighted the participants, who waited, proud, under the admiring gaze of the audience.
Rhys, with his calm presence, maintained his firm posture. The runes on his body still glowed softly, remnants of the intense battle against Kamos. His expression was serene, but his eyes shone with the satisfaction of a hard-won victory. She bowed slightly to the audience, the deafening sound of applause enveloping her like a wave.
Marta stood beside Rhys. With an enigmatic smile, she greeted the spectators, raising a hand in thanks. Her eyes shone with the vibrant energy of the illusions that still hovered around her, creating translucent and spectacular figures that enchanted the crowd.