The moment Alex came fully into view, sound exploded around him like a tidal wave.
Roars.
Deafening, bone-rattling, stadium-shaking cheers that slammed into his chest and echoed through his bones. The kind of noise that made one heart skip and blood race.
He looked up—and froze for a second.
A sea of alien spectators packed into a colossal floating coliseum, stacked high like some impossible space-age stadium.
Floating platforms hovered above the tiers, creating multiple levels of chaos.
And the crowd?
They were warriors. Elites.
Players from all corners of the cosmos—each one dangerous in their own right.
Every seat was filled.
Horned giants with tusks and tribal paint. Scaled archers with glowing eyes.
Sentient crystals that pulsed with color as they chanted.
Beasts in jagged armor.
Cloaked mages whose eyes flickered with arcane power.
They didn't sit and watch—they screamed.
Roared for their champions.
