"LET THE FINALS BEGIN!" the announcer roared, his voice booming through the massive arena.

    The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer, their excitement rippling like a tidal wave. Torches lining the arena flared brighter as if the flames themselves anticipated the epic battle about to unfold.

    Orcas wasted no time. His massive figure surged forward with surprising speed, lifting his hand high above his head before bringing it down in a thunderous chop aimed straight for me.

    BOOM!

    The earth beneath us shuddered violently, cracks spreaded outward as the sheer force of his attack sent shockwaves through the arena. Dust exploded into the air, obscuring everything in a dense, swirling cloud.

    The crowd gasped in unison, holding their breath as they strained to catch a glimpse through the haze.

    "Is it over already?" People whispered from the stands.

    "Ohh no..."

    "Cutiepie...."

    "That was strong..."

    As the dust began to settle, my silhouette emerged—calm, unshaken, and utterly unimpressed. I stood firm, my arm raised effortlessly to block his monstrous blow.

    A slow smirk spread across my lips as I tilted my head. "That''s all, big boy?"

    The crowd erupted in cheers, their scream filling the air. "CUTIEPIEEE!!!!!"

    Orcas'' eyes widened for the briefest of moments, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face before his expression hardened into a mask of rage. With a guttural growl, he swept his other hand toward me in a ferocious strike.

    I jumped gracefully into the air, twisting mid-flight as his massive hand swiped beneath me. Flipping over his head, I landed softly behind him, the ground barely feeling my weight.

    There was a moment of pause until Orcas snarled, spinning around with a ferocity that made the chains of his weapon rattle ominously with dark energy. With a sharp clink* the chain knife released from his body, snaking through the air in a deadly arc as he turned to attack.

    In a blur of motion, I unsheathed my sword, the polished blade catching the flickering torchlight as it met the Orcas'' knife

    CLANG!

    The crowd roared as the two weapons collided, sparks flying in all directions. I met his attack head-on, our weapons locked in a brief stalemate before he yanked his chain back with a violent jerk.

    The announcer''s voice boomed through the arena. "Cutiepie blocked it again!"

    The Queen, sat high above in the royal throne, leaned forward slightly, a sly smile playing on her lips.

    "Ohho... I must say, she is good." Her tone carried a mix of amusement and intrigue, her gaze never leaving the battlefield.

    Orcas snarled again, his massive frame trembling with frustration. He launched another flurry of attacks, his chain knife slicing through the air with deadly precision.

    But I stood my ground, my sword moving in a blur as I deflected each strike with ease.

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    Clang.

    Clang.

    I shrugged nonchalantly, twirling my sword with practiced ease. "Maybe not," I replied, "but it''s enough to keep you on your toes, big guy."

    His lips curled and he lunged at me once more, his movements a blur of raw power and aggression.

    The battle raged on, our weapons clashing in a dazzling display of skill and determination. The crowd watched in silence, their eyes glued to the arena as the two of us pushed each other to our limits. Though, it was just me playing around as I was enjoying fighting with him and seeing him getting irritated.

    For a brief moment, it felt as though time itself had stopped. The roar of the crowd, the flickering torchlight, the tension in the air—all of it faded away, leaving only the sound of our breathing and the rhythmic clash of metal on metal.

    And then...

    "CUTIEPIE!" a child shouted, breaking the spell.

    I glanced toward the stands, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. The cheers and chants were like fuel to my fire, the admiration which I never got in my previousife was here as I faced my opponent.

    "Ahh- this is so much fun." I thought in my mind.

    Orcas, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the noise. His focus was razor-sharp, his movements calculated and precise as he sought an opening in my defense.

    But I wasn''t about to give him one.

    With a burst of speed, I closed the distance between us, my sword slicing through the air in a flurry of strikes. Orcas blocked each one with his chain knife.

    Finally, he saw an opportunity. Spinning on his heel, he locked my blade with his chain and pulled me off balance.

    I stumbled slightly, my foot slipping on the cracked earth.

    Orcas'' grin returned, and with a roar, he raised his chain knife high above his head, preparing for a final, devastating strike.

    The announcer''s voice rang out once more. "The tension is unbearable! Who will emerge victorious?!"

    And as Orcas brought his weapon down with all his might, the crowd''s collective gasp echoed through the arena.

    BOOM!

    The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices reverberating through the massive arena. Excitement hung thick in the air, an intoxicating blend of anticipation and adrenaline. The chants grew louder with each passing second, the energy electric as the battle raged on.

    But in between of the chaos and noise, there was one who stood apart—numb, emotionless, and unmoved.

    In the shadowed depths of the arena''s corner, a person was standing.

    A woman.

    She stood still, her posture unwavering, her presence as cold as the steel she gripped in her hand. The long blade gleamed under the flickering torchlight.

    Her blue hairs, swayed gently with the faintest breeze, showing her pale, sharp features. But it was her eyes that felt—icy cold. They showed no trace of mercy, no flicker of humanity.

    Only death.

    As if compelled by some unspoken force, her gaze pierced through the roaring crowd, cutting through the wall of noise and chaos until it stopped onto the specific person.

    Darius.

    Seraphine''s stare was unwavering, her cold eyes boring into him with the weight of silent judgment. It wasn''t just a look—it was a resolution.