After being thrown into the vast, unknown region known as the [Creators' Domain], the silence that followed was almost deafening.
There were no more announcements, no more speeches from the Creators, no guidance or instructions, just one simple, cruel rule: "Do whatever you want, and when only two pairs remain, it's over."
That was it. No more handholding.
Now it was truly just them against the others.
Meanwhile, billions of people, viewers from countless planets and systems, were watching every second unfold.
Their attention was glued to the screens, hoping their chosen gods would win, eagerly waiting to see who would fall next.
The [Main Round] had officially begun, and it was no longer just a trial, it was entertainment, a spectacle of survival and bloodshed.
And, naturally, that also meant one thing.
Nobody wanted Alex and Kaelios to win.
They had been ranked dead last in the popularity poll, and that ranking had been made very public.
