[May the strongest Chosen Ones win.]
The moment those words echoed across the void, Alex and Kaelios were engulfed in a radiant blue light, particles of energy beginning to wrap around their bodies.
It signaled the start of the second round, what the Creators had dubbed the [Chosen Round].
There was no time left to prepare, no more time to talk.
The next round was beginning.
Kaelios, ever casual, gave one final shrug.
"Good luck, human. And if you fail… well, it was fun while it lasted."
Alex smirked, not at all shaken by the looming threat.
"I won't die," he answered plainly, his tone resolute, "Not until I've killed the [God of Darkness] at least."
That answer seemed to satisfy Kaelios, though he barely had time to respond before both of them vanished into a swirl of shining particles, scattered into the unknown.
A few seconds later, Alex landed hard.
Fwish! Bam!
His boots slammed against a metal floor as he found himself in a completely different space.
