The air in the arena buzzed with tension as Seraphine and I sat, our eyes glued to the battle unfolding before us. Alex stood in the middle of the battleground, sword in hand, his eyes looking like it''s witnessing his own death yet he stood stubborn firm. Across from him, Orcas stood unmoving, his massive body a symbol to raw power and unyielding dominance.

    "I have to admit," Seraphine said, her voice filled with both awe and concern. "That man is a monster. He hasn''t even used his weapons yet."

    I nodded, unable to put my gaze away. "He''s not just strong... he''s impenetrable. Alex is giving it his all, but it''s like throwing stones at a mountain."

    Seraphine leaned forward, her brows furrowing. "Do you think Alex has a chance?"

    Before I could answer, the crowd erupted into chants. "Alex! Alex! Alex!" Their voices reverberated through the arena, desperate to lift their hero''s spirits.

    But Alex''s face told another story. His breaths were labored, his stance less steady than before. Orcas, in stark contrast, stood like a statue, his expression devoid of any emotion. It was as if this fight was merely a formality for him.

    The announcer''s voice boomed over the cheers. "Ladies and gentlemen, our hero Alex is still standing! But can he turn the tide against the unstoppable Orcas? Let''s find out!"

    Alex clenched his jaw, gripping his sword tighter. "I''m not done yet," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. With a battle cry, he charged forward again, his sword glowing with a brilliant light.

    "He''s going for a direct attack!" the announcer exclaimed. "Can Alex pierce through Orcas''s unyielding defense?"

    Alex moved with incredible speed, his aura flaring brighter with every step. He slashed at Orcas, aiming for his chest, his arms, his legs—every vulnerable point he could think of. Each strike was swift and precise that showed Alex''s skill and determination.

    But Orcas didn''t even flinch. He blocked each attack with nothing more than his forearms that moved with exactly the same speed as Alex. The metallic clang of sword meeting flesh echoing through the arena.

    "Damn it!" Alex growled, sweat dripping down his face. He jumped back, his eyes narrowing as he tried to find an opening.

    Seraphine shook her head, her hands gripping the edge of her seat. "Ahhh- It''s no use. Orcas isn''t even trying."

    "Come on, Alex!" someone from the crowd shouted. The chant picked up again, louder this time. "Alex! Alex! Alex!"

    Orcas tilted his head slightly, his cold gaze fixed on Alex. "Are you done?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a tone of boredom.

    Alex gritted his teeth. "Not even close."

    He stepped back, raising his sword high above his head. The blade began to glow, brighter and brighter until it resembled the sun itself. The heat emanating from the weapon was visible to every naked eye at the stands.@@@@

    "Oh, what''s this?" the announcer''s voice boomed. "It looks like Alex is preparing his signature move, the Sun''s Glare! Will this be enough to turn the tide?"

    Seraphine gasped. "He''s really going all out. That attack saved him break the unbreakable in last match!!"

    I popped my bubble gum casually and said. "If this doesn''t work... it''s over."

    "Aarghhhhhh!!!!" Alex let out a deafening roar as he brought the glowing blade down, a blinding arc of light hurtling toward Orcas.

    The arena, moments ago filled with deafening cheers, fell into a hushed silence. The only sound now was the soft whispers rippling through the crowd, like a distant wind carrying shock and disbelief.

    Alex lay motionless on the bloodstained ground, his body battered and lifeless. His sword, once blazing with pride and power, was now shattered beside him.

    Orcas stood over his fallen opponent, the chained knife hanging loosely from his hand, its blade still gleaming with Alex''s blood. For a moment, he gazed down at Alex, not with pity or remorse but with the same blank, emotionless expression he had worn throughout the fight.

    Then, without a word, he turned and began walking away, his broad back facing the silent crowd.

    I found myself staring at him. As his towering form moved further from Alex''s crumpled body, I couldn''t help but see flashes of Braun—the same cold indifference, the same unfeeling dominance. Braun, the demon Seraphine had fought, who left chaos and despair in his wake. Orcas''s back, rigid and unyielding were exactly like him.

    Across the stadium, my gaze caught someone else. Darius. He stood amidst the spectators, his lips curled into a faint smirk as if he found amusement in Alex''s defeat. But the moment our eyes met, the smirk vanished. His expression hardened, his gaze shifting away as though my glare alone had stripped him of his satisfaction.

    "Alex..." Seraphine''s voice broke through my thoughts.

    She didn''t wait. With a burst of movement, she leapt from her seat, she landed gracefully in the arena beside Alex. Her urgency, her concern, spurred me into action. Without hesitation, I followed her, jumping down to the battleground.

    "Medic team!" Seraphine shouted, her voice sharp and commanding. "Get here now!"

    The medical team was already on its way, their white uniforms standing out starkly against the blood-soaked arena floor.

    Seraphine knelt beside Alex, her hands hovering uncertainly over his battered form. "Alex..." she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable.

    I crouched beside her, my eyes scanning Alex''s body. The bruises, the cuts, the blood—there was so much blood.

    The crowd remained eerily quiet, their whispers now a distant hum. Even the announcer, who always had something to say, seemed struck silent. It was as if the entire arena was holding its breath, waiting for something—anything—to break the oppressive stillness.

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    The medics finally reached us, their stretcher ready. "Step back," one of them said, their tone professional but urgent. Seraphine and I reluctantly moved aside, giving them space to work.

    Seraphine stood, her fists clenched at her sides. I placed a hand on her shoulder, a rare gesture of comfort. "Calm down Seraphine.."

    Seraphine''s gaze flickered to Orcas, who was already nearing the arena''s exit.

    I didn''t respond. My eyes drifted back to Alex as the medics carefully lifted him onto the stretcher. His sword, still lying on the ground.

    The announcer''s voice finally broke the silence, almost hesitant, as if he, too, struggled to find the right words. "Ladies and gentlemen... it is with great respect that we declare Orcas the winner of this match."

    The words hung in the air like a heavy cloud.

    Orcas paused for a moment at the arena''s edge, his back still turned to the crowd. Then, without acknowledgment, he walked away, disappearing into the shadows.