Within the shadows of a secluded temple on Originveil City, where the dim glow of torches flickered against the cold stone walls, a group of cloaked figures sat in a perfect circle.
Their faces remained hidden beneath the thick hoods, their breaths slow and measured.
Low growls echoed from the temple's depth, the unmistakable sound of beasts lurking in the darkness beyond their sight.
In the center of their gathering, a floating projection shimmered with an eerie glow, displaying the battle raging within the Colosseum.
Alex stood tall, his silver-white hair catching the sunlight, while Vaelith lay sprawled against the barrier, the remnants of the slap still lingering in the air.
The crowd's laughter and jeers at Vaelith's expense reached even this distant, forsaken place.
"It is nearly time," a deep voice intoned, filled with reverence. "The star has begun to shine the brightest. The moment of reckoning approaches."
