Back at the glowing heart of the Vornis Competition, the mist of the last round had just cleared.
The crowd's energy was back to full mode.
Cheering, laughing, and waiting for what was next.
Fiona hovered high above the stage, her visor reflecting the sunlight.
"Alright, Luxoria fans!" she said with a bright smile.
"Let's keep the show going!"
She spun in the air once.
"Now, please welcome… our sixth contestant!"
The arena gates opened.
A tall figure stepped through, calm and quiet.
He wore a long black coat and a mask that covered half his face.
The crowd leaned forward.
He walked with no hesitation, stopping right in the center.
Fiona tilted her head.
"Oh? A masked man?"
She floated lower.
"And you are…?"
The man looked up at her calmly.
"Miss Fiona," he said, his voice steady and low.
"My name is… irrelevant. But I come not with one Vornis... but five."