Date: TC1853.10.02–10.03
Location: Imperial City — Fourth Ring Grand Arena
Day two started with poison.
Emerald Viper Sect moved onto the arena sand with the deliberate care of people who knew their weapons were already deployed. Six fighters in mottled green armor — not flashy, not impressive, not designed to intimidate through visual spectacle. Designed to kill slowly and call it strategy.
Naida had delivered her intelligence report at dawn, standing in Stormfront's staging area with the particular stillness that meant she'd been gathering information for hours before anyone else woke up.
"Weapon coatings," she'd said. "Standard paralytic compounds on bladed weapons. But their real threat is toxin mist — an alchemical fog they deploy at the start of every match. Inhale it, your spiritual energy circulation destabilizes. Three minutes of exposure and Foundation Anchoring fighters lose coordination. Five minutes and they can't maintain spiritual output."
