(The night before the finals, Muiyan Faye's POV)
Muiyan Faye sat alone on the terrace of Rodova's villa, her elbows resting on the cold iron railing as she looked up at the endless expanse of stars above the Sky-God Dome.
Tomorrow was the final match of the Interstellar Circuits and while she did not know the exact plan that the Evil Cult was up-to, she had a strong feeling that whatever they were planning, was definitely going to go down tomorrow.
The finals of the Interstellar Circuits wasn't just a match—it was an event, a celebration of sorts.
Normal people across the universe took leave from their office jobs to watch it at home with family, as viewership numbers soared far beyond the quarterfinals and semifinals, turning it into the grandest stage imaginable—where every scream, every clash, and every drop of blood could become a statement.
And just thinking about it, Faye found her lips pressed into a thin line.
