A ripple of faint golden light spread across the arena floor, marking the activation.
"You all have soul energy within those pretty little stones jammed into your chests. Some of you have barely tapped it. Others—well, let's just say they've been busy."
The camera zoomed in on Vincent's face. No reaction. Not even a blink.
The Announcer grinned. "Each user has a skill tree. The System assigned it at the moment they bonded. But until now? Most of you haven't had the firepower—or guts—to spend anything."
He raised a hand. "Let's fix that."
A sharp clap echoed through the stadium. Two shimmering displays appeared in the air above the fighters. One for Randalp. One for Vincent.
Lines of golden text scrolled into view. Names. Levels. Unlocked abilities.
