POV: DIOKA
Dioka lounged on a floating shard of fractured terrain, spinning a jagged fragment like a mini-planetoid between his fingers. Kaelthar loomed across the cosmic battlefield like a shadowed monolith.
> "Okay… this guy's serious. I like it."
With a flick, twelve perfect clones erupted into existence, orbiting him and laughing in eerie unison.
> "Catch me if you can!"
Kaelthar's shadowed aura pulsed, bending surrounding reality. One swipe obliterated four clones simultaneously. Space itself warped, stretching around his destructive presence.
> "Hm. Not bad," Kaelthar murmured, voice low and terrifying. "But predictable."
Dioka smirked, spinning a shard lazily.
> "Predictable's boring."
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POV: GUAKULIA
Guakulia hovered, flipping a floating rock with a flick of his fingers. Probability ripples cascaded through the arena, bending every trajectory.
Rynvek flickered beside Kaelthar, energy snapping like shattered glass through the warped air.
> Rynvek: "Stop messing around. This is serious."
Guakulia: "Bro, everything's serious to us."
A subtle gravity tweak beneath Kaelthar's massive feet staggered him, cracking the platform. Just a tease—but the cosmic ripple was undeniable.
> "Oh, this is fun," Guakulia muttered, smiling.
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THE CHAOS ESCALATES
Dioka's clones exploded mid-air, scattering energy shards that refracted reality into kaleidoscopic, impossible patterns. Kaelthar countered, folding the battlefield into jagged, geometric planes that defied Euclidean logic.
Rynvek blinked across dimensions, phasing attacks harmlessly past the anomalies. Guakulia manipulated momentum, redirecting every strike with impossible precision.
The arena itself seemed alive: twisting, stretching, and wailing in silent dissonance across space-time.
> Dioka: "This… this is fun."
Guakulia: "Finally! A real game."
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OBSERVERS' POV
Spectators froze in awe. Supreme Force monitors erupted with impossible energy readings.
> "The anomalies… they're holding their own."
"Against Tier-1 challengers… this isn't possible."
Even the arena system hesitated. These anomalies weren't supposed to contend with apex-level threats—yet here they were, laughing, reshaping reality, and taunting cosmic laws themselves.
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MID-BATTLE INTERACTION
Kaelthar's voice rolled like interdimensional thunder:
> "You think this is a game?"
Dioka casually tossed a clone like a frisbee.
> "Nah. Just practice."
Rynvek warped forward, probability spikes cracking through the air with chaotic intensity.
> Rynvek: "Stop joking! You're lucky we don't erase you!"
Guakulia: "Ohhh, don't tempt me, bro."
A subtle gravity adjustment from Guakulia caused Rynvek to stumble mid-teleport. Both challengers stiffened, unnerved by this effortless defiance.
> First small victory.
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ENDING SCENE
The battlefield had become chaos incarnate: shadows twisted, energy erupted like supernova bursts, and the audience felt the pulse of impossible power.
Dioka glanced at Guakulia, grinning across the warped arena.
> "You think we should start actually trying?"
Guakulia, smirking: "Nah… let's make them earn it."
Kaelthar and Rynvek paused, realizing these anomalies weren't just chaotic—they were untouchable, rewriting the very rules of the Tournament across this cosmic dimension.
The first true apex-level battle had begun, and the anomalies were defining it on their terms.