The Colosseum trembled.
The air itself seemed to distort, rippling unnaturally as if reality was struggling to hold itself together.
A deafening crack reverberated through the arena, and right above the massive, blood-carved magic circle, the space cracked.
An unknown pressure descended upon the audience as something—or someone—within it shifted.
Entities—if they could even be called that—began to emerge.
They were a blur of shifting existence, their forms glitching in and out, flickering like corrupted images forced into reality.
Limbs twisted at impossible angles before realigning and faces distorted into unreadable smears; their very presence was a contradiction to logic.
A suffocating pressure filling the Colosseum increased as these creatures stepped forward, their forms pulsing with instability.
The weakest among them still radiated power beyond anything the students had ever faced.
