The grand arena of the Mortal Emperor World trembled, its stone surface shattered by the relentless power unleashed by the previous contestants.
Energy crackled in the air like a storm on the horizon, with the atmosphere thick with residual power. Broken stone and shattered artifacts lay strewn across the stage, the aftermath of battle leaving nothing untouched.
In the center stood Arthur, his robes fluttering like banners in the wake of the overwhelming force of his aura. The ground beneath him was scorched, the marks of his power undeniable.
Around him, the remaining contestants formed a loose, yet tense, circle. Their expressions were a mix of awe, fear, and determination.
The stakes were clear—Arthur, with his overwhelming might, stood as the final obstacle between them and winning the tournament.
