The floating scoreboard flashed, the pixels rearranging with a dizzying speed that made Kael's stomach turn.
[NEXT MATCH: SECTOR B]
[Team Iron & Gold VS Team Twin Fangs]
"That's us!" Rylen shouted, his voice cracking with adrenaline. "It's showtime, partner!"
Before Kael could even sigh or mutter a complaint about the unfairness of the universe, the world around them dissolved. The noise of the spectator plaza was cut off instantly, replaced by the rushing wind of digital transport.
When reality reassembled itself, the noise returned—but this time, it was louder, sharper, and directed entirely at them.
They stood on the hot sands of Sector B. The arena walls towered above them, packed with thousands of avatars cheering, jeering, and placing last-minute bets. The air smelled of simulated ozone and dry earth.
Kael adjusted his grip on his golden sword, his visor scanning the field.
Thirty meters away, their opponents materialized.
[Team Twin Fangs]
