The world outside the [Chosen Games] was holding its breath.
Everyone, gods, mortals, creatures of every realm, had access to the spectacle.
The battles weren't hidden, no, they were broadcasted across reality like some twisted game show, yet there was nothing fictional about it.
The abilities were real. The deaths were final.
And the stakes, they couldn't be higher.
And now, the fight between Alex and Kaelios against Selvaron and Lunareth had finally concluded.
"ALEX WON!" a loud voice rang out through the [Fox Tribe Village], one of the many places watching the broadcast.
"LET'S GO!"
Cheers erupted like fireworks, echoing through the silver-lined trees and across the peaceful terrain of the tribe.
The girls who had been watching, many of whom had once feared Alex wouldn't survive, were now screaming in joy.
The fight had been close. Far too close.
Alex had teetered on the edge of death more than once.
