[Aethel]
[The Grand Colosseum]
Millions of spectators still sat frozen, their voices a collection of shock, awe, horror, and exhilaration. The titanic screens hovering above the arena, broadcasting the impossible destruction unfolding on the desolate planet effected all.
The earth had shattered.
The sky had burned.
The planet bore the scars of what could only be equated as the Gods' wrath.
And at the center of it all—Mikoto, not a single injury. He was Invincible.
"BY THE GODS, ARE WE EVEN WATCHING A FIGHT ANYMORE?! OR IS THIS A MASSACRE?!"
The announcer's voice cracked as he gripped the broadcasting device.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY! NO! NO, SCRATCH THAT! I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY! THIS—THIS RIGHT HERE—IS NOTHING SHORT OF AN APOCALYPTIC NIGHTMARE!"
His voice boomed across the stadium, amplified to reach even those seated in the highest sections of the stands.
