[The two "Chosen Ones" labeled with the number 2 may now enter the arena and begin their match.]
The voice echoed once more across the grand arena, silencing the crowds.
The aftermath of the first match still lingered, Asmon's humiliating defeat at the hands of the Lich had changed the tone of the tournament entirely.
That one battle had made it clear, this was not some grand performance or trial match for fun.
This was war under divine supervision.
And those who failed would pay the ultimate price.
With the weight of that brutal opening match still fresh in everyone's minds, the second round began.
Two new figures slowly stepped forward into the arena's center.
On the left was Nocturne, the Chosen One of Darkness.
His appearance was striking in an understated, cold way.
His shoulder-length white hair swayed gently with every step, contrasting sharply against the pitch-black robe that concealed the rest of his frame.
