Chapter 54 - Rounds and Rounds
The final match of the second round loomed on the horizon. The arena was electric. Tension thickened like a rising pressure.
Planet Venus.
It once held second place in the old system and had gained a reputation as feared as it was admired. The warriors of Venus weren't merely fighters—they were artists. Their movements were poetry incarnate: graceful, precise, and terrifying. Each of them embodied the essence of beauty in destruction. They smiled, but those smiles were far from friendly...
And standing opposite them, their challengers: Planet Sitra the embodiment of stealth and unpredictability. Masters of concealment, they wore no armor, only flowing, lightweight garments. Silent, smooth, their presence barely surpassed a whisper…
A voice rang out from the crowd as Sitra's fighters stepped into the ring, their movements so fluid they seemed to vanish into thin air:
"You won't even realize you're dead… until everything is over."
