The silence barely lasted a blink.
A heartbeat.
A collective sigh held in thousands of throats.
Immediately, both stretched a hand to one side of the space, as if tearing something invisible from the air.
Reality responded with a slight tremor, an unnatural vibration that raised the skin of everyone present.
The air tore like thin fabric, opening a brief, silent, dark crack, just enough to let through what waited on the other side.
Boxes of objects from another dimension.
Impossible artifacts, relics that belonged neither to this world nor to this logic. Objects that could only be summoned by heroes… or by those marked by something deeper, more ancient. By sins.
Kael, from his elevated seat, felt a knot form in his stomach. It wasn't exactly fear, but a mixture of anticipation and vertigo. This was no longer a simple tournament. It was a clash of concepts, of wills made flesh.
Both drew their weapons at the same time.
Seraphyne's weapon was the first to reveal itself.
A long whip of dark red, almost black, flexible like a living snake. Its surface seemed made of polished demonic leather, yet at the same time it gave the impression of being wet, warm, as if it breathed.
At the tip, a thorny rose bloomed with cruel beauty, each thorn sharp as a needle. A crimson glow ran through the weapon from end to end, pulsing slowly, as if the whip had a heart of its own that beat in time with its owner's.
The crowd reacted with murmurs of admiration, some even with stifled sighs.
Aurum's weapon, on the other hand, provoked something different.
An uneasy murmur.
A small chest of solid gold appeared in his hand, heavy, solid, too real. Its surface was covered in ancient engravings: symbols of wealth, chains, hands closing over coins. In the center, a demonic eye slowly opened.
It turned.
It observed.
It blinked.
It was alive.
The eye swept across the arena, pausing on the faces of the crowd as if assessing their value. Some spectators felt a chill and looked away without knowing why. Finally, the eye stopped on Seraphyne.
Aurum smiled.
It wasn't a kind smile. It was the smile of someone who already considered himself the owner of what he was about to seize.
—Rain of cursed coins.
His voice rang out clear, confident, laden with pure greed.
The chest snapped open with a metallic click that echoed throughout the arena.
From within emerged a black and golden cloud, thick, dense, like an unnatural storm compressed into an impossible space.
It rose over Seraphyne quickly, spreading until it completely covered her, casting a dark shadow over the arena.
A second later, it began to rain.
Gold coins.
Hundreds. Thousands.
But they weren't ordinary coins.
Each one bore engraved deformed faces, twisted smiles, symbols of greed and despair.
Upon touching the ground, they exploded violently, releasing shock waves, fire, and fragments of stone. The arena trembled under the impacts, the ground cracked, the air filled with dust and smoke.
The crowd shouted, excited, some rising from their seats.
Kael clenched his fists without realizing it.
Seraphyne retreated, dodging with precise, almost dancing movements. Her body moved with a grace that defied logic, as if every explosion had already been foreseen. She spun, leaped, slid between the impacts with hypnotic elegance.
However, from each explosion new abominations emerged.
Creatures shaped like humanoid dogs rose from the shattered coins. They walked on all fours, with deformed torsos, ribs marked under the skin, twisted limbs. Their enormous mouths opened wide, showing rows of pointed teeth and tongues that were too long. Their eyes shone with an empty, hungry greed.
Their growls were wet, desperate, almost pleading.
They lunged at her.
The crowd roared.
But Seraphyne showed no fear.
—Dance of desire.
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but the power behind those words was immediate.
Her body moved with hypnotic fluidity, as if the battle were a choreography rehearsed for centuries. The whip extended like a natural extension of her arm, spinning, cutting the air with a seductive and deadly whistle.
Each strike was elegant… and lethal.
The thorns of the whip tore flesh and bone without resistance. One creature was split in two before it even touched her. Another lost its head in a single lash. Yet another was pierced by the thorny rose, its body falling lifeless to the ground.
One creature fell.
Then another.
And another.
All died from a single blow.
The arena became covered in bodies that dissolved into dark smoke upon touching the ground.
The crowd fell silent for an instant, hypnotized by the brutal beauty of the spectacle.
Kael swallowed hard.
Seraphyne advanced.
With a quick burst, she closed the distance between her and Aurum, her gaze fixed, intense, full of dangerous confidence. The whip coiled around her like a serpent ready to strike.
But at that moment Aurum raised his voice again.
—I think it's time to end this. Grasping hands!
Aurum's shadow deformed.
It stretched.
It twisted.
From his feet, from his back, from the ground itself, dark tentacles emerged, sharp as spears, covered in golden symbols. They shot toward Seraphyne from multiple angles, seeking to pierce her, trap her, possess her.
The crowd screamed again.
But she smiled.
A slow. Confident smile.
She leaped.
She stepped on the shadows as if they were solid steps, as if the darkness itself obeyed her. She spun in the air with insulting grace, her body describing a perfect half-moon, and landed behind Aurum, unharmed, untouched.
—Too slow —she whispered, so close that her voice brushed his ear.
Aurum frowned for the first time.
—Gaze of mortal pleasure.
Seraphyne's eyes shone with an intense wine-red tone, deep, abyssal. It wasn't just beauty. It was pure domination, a desire that crushed the will.
Aurum froze.
His body didn't respond. His muscles locked as if time had stopped only for him. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move his eyes. His breathing became shallow, erratic. His mind screamed desperate orders… but his body refused to obey.
Kael felt a shiver run down his back. Even from a distance, the power of that gaze was suffocating.
Seraphyne approached, step by step, savoring the absolute control. Each of her movements was slow, deliberate. Just enough for Aurum to feel her presence, her warmth, her breath.
She raised the whip.
The final blow was centimeters away.
The crowd held its breath.
But Aurum, in a desperate act, bit his tongue hard.
Blood flowed, hot, metallic. The pain pierced his mind like lightning and broke the spell.
—Tch!
Seraphyne took a step back, surprised, her smile vanishing for barely an instant.
Aurum breathed heavily, spitting blood, his eyes shining with a mix of rage and excitement.
Then he smiled.
—Ah… I think I underestimated you, Seraphyne —he said between gasps—.
But now… I'm going to give it everything… Golden tribute.
The chest opened again.
Aurum took five gold coins from his pocket, each marked with different symbols, and threw them inside. The demonic eye dilated, trembling with anticipation.
The chest began to glow.
First with a soft radiance. Then with blinding light.
It deformed.
It grew.
The metal creaked, twisted, reconfigured with unnatural sounds until it transformed into a huge two-handed sword, completely golden. Red lines ran along the entire blade like living veins, pulsing in time with the demonic eye that remained in the center, watching… hungry.
Aurum disappeared from sight.
A burst of speed launched him straight at Seraphyne, the ground breaking under his feet.
She reacted instantly, using her whip to deflect the blade. The clash produced a deafening roar, a shock wave that shook the arena. Even so, the force of the impact forced her to retreat several steps, digging her feet into the sand to avoid falling.
The crowd roared like a starving beast.
Without wasting time, Seraphyne activated the power of her eyes again.
The gaze trapped him once more.
Aurum froze again.
The air hung suspended.
Kael barely dared to breathe.
The entire arena held its breath…
waiting for the next move.