The first fight of the [Chosen Round] was already shaping up to be a brutal one.
Even before the battle had begun.
On paper alone, it was enough to make anyone watching tense up.
Two of the top five gods had thrown their chosen ones into this match, and that alone made the stakes impossibly high.
Both the [God of Death] and the [God of Hatred] had placed everything on the line, because in this round, failure didn't just mean personal defeat.
It meant death for both the Chosen One and their god.
Total erasure.
And worse still, this was all happening under the full gaze of their enemies.
Each Chosen One wasn't just fighting to win, they were also being watched by every remaining god and every other Chosen One waiting their turn.
An audience of rivals, enemies, and threats.
Everyone could see, everyone was analyzing.
This was the true trial.
A high-stakes battle where exposing too much could doom you in the next round, even if you won.
That's what made it terrifying.
