The staircase of light stretched endlessly before them, each step pulling them deeper into the heart of Genesis Arena.
The air around Raka and Iqiww shimmered with energy, alive with the hum of ancient forces at work.
It felt like they were walking through a veil, leaving behind the battlefield below — the echo of their past actions still lingering in the air.
As they ascended, the world seemed to fold and warp around them. Colors bled into one another, creating trails of light that seemed almost alive as they spiraled around them like cosmic dust. For a moment, Raka wondered if they were walking upward — or falling downward into some unfathomable void.
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They reached the top.
At the apex of the stairway, the two warriors stood before an enormous temple-like gate, etched with more runes than they could count. Each symbol pulsed softly with ancient power, each stroke of the runes humming like a heartbeat.
"I don't know if I'm ready for whatever's behind that gate," Iqiww muttered, adjusting the greatsword at his back.
Raka chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. "Since when did we ever wait for the perfect moment?" He stepped forward, his boots echoing across the stone floor, and without hesitation, he placed his hand on the glowing symbols of the gate.
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The moment his fingers touched the surface, the gate shuddered.
The runes flared brightly, as if the very air between them and the gate snapped into sharp focus.
Iqiww stepped up next to Raka, his voice a whisper. "We sure about this, bro?"
Raka's gaze hardened, locking onto the glowing runes. "Yeah... We have to be."
With a final pulse of light, the massive door creaked open, revealing the vast chamber beyond.
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Inside, the room was unlike anything they had ever seen. The space felt infinite — a giant arena, not bound by normal physics. Floating platforms and rings of energy hung in midair, while colossal statues of ancient warriors loomed over them, their eyes seemingly following every movement. The floor was made of shifting crystal tiles, constantly shifting and rearranging like a living puzzle.
At the far end of the arena stood a throne, but it wasn't empty.
A figure cloaked in shadow sat on it, observing them.
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"Welcome," the figure's voice boomed, reverberating through the chamber. It was both intimidating and inviting, a voice that echoed with centuries of power.
"Who are you?" Raka demanded, his hand instinctively reaching for his newly formed energy blade.
The figure tilted its head, a quiet laugh escaping its lips. "I am Aurelius, the Guardian of the Genesis Arena. The one who watches over the chosen." The figure's voice held a weight to it — like it had seen entire civilizations rise and fall.
Aurelius rose from the throne, stepping forward. His presence radiated power, each movement sending ripples through the energy surrounding them. He was tall, taller than any man, and his armor shimmered with a dark light — as if made from the void itself.
"The contract you both accepted was not just a game," Aurelius continued, eyes narrowing. "It was a test. A test of survival, of strength, of will. Many have come before you, but only a few have succeeded. Tell me, what makes you different from the rest?"
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Raka and Iqiww exchanged a glance.
This wasn't just about fighting anymore.
This was about proving themselves — about showing they were worthy of everything the arena promised.
"I don't know about him," Iqiww said with a smirk, "but I'm pretty damn sure we're not going down without a fight."
Raka stepped forward, his voice unwavering. "We're different because we don't quit. We fight for every inch, every moment. You want proof? Fine. Show us what you got."
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Aurelius smiled, a slow, almost sadistic grin spreading across his face.
"You've proven your resolve. Let's see how far it will take you."
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Before either could react, the ground beneath them began to shift.
The floor cracked open, revealing massive stone columns rising from the depths below, each one glowing with a strange, foreign energy.
Suddenly, the ground trembled, and the sky above them darkened. A giant floating arena emerged from the ceiling, its edges shimmering like a mirage.
"Your challenge has just begun," Aurelius said, stepping back into the shadows.
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The arena erupted into chaos.
Hundreds of warriors appeared from thin air — each one armed with different weapons, their eyes glowing with an unnatural intensity. Their movements were fluid, unnatural — a combination of superhuman speed and agility, augmented by the very powers of Genesis Arena itself.
Raka and Iqiww braced themselves.
The battle was on.
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In the chaos, Raka couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration. The familiar feeling of competition, the rush of adrenaline, was back. He was home again.
Iqiww's voice cut through the noise. "Bro! Focus! This is just the warm-up!"
Raka nodded, gripping his blade tighter.
The true battle had just begun.
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To Be Continued...