The announcer's voice boomed across the arena, full of energy and showmanship. The crowd's excitement built up again as the participants finally took their seats.
Ahrie clenched his fist, grinning faintly—he could already feel the tension in the air.
Min, on the other hand, sat awkwardly, one leg up, fidgeting nonstop. His eyes darted between the massive arena and the roaring audience, clearly nervous but trying hard to look composed.
"And with that…" the announcer raised his voice, "Let's start the first match!"
The entire coliseum erupted in cheers. Horns blared, banners waved, and the vibration from the noise alone could be felt through the floor.
"For our first match," the announcer continued, "introducing a young man who strives for greatness! With his mighty battle axe—every enemy before him will be shattered in half!"
The crowd's excitement grew louder.
"Originating from the southern outskirts of Embergarde—introducing… Felix! A level 2 warrior!"
