The battlefield had already surpassed the point of collapse.
What remained of the Grand Imperial Arena no longer resembled a tournament stage, nor even a war zone between students. It looked like the fractured center of a sovereign conflict capable of tearing apart the capital itself.
Silver-gold soulfire and endless eclipse darkness devoured the arena continuously.
The sky above had completely lost the appearance of daylight. Massive rivers of distorted twilight spread across the heavens while aurora-like currents of radiant spiritual flame surged upward in violent opposition. Space twisted repeatedly between those conflicting authorities, producing deep cracks of black distortion that flashed across the atmosphere like wounds carved into reality itself.
At the center of that collapsing world floated the gigantic abyssal eye.
It loomed above the battlefield like a descending god of eternal twilight.
Cold.
Ancient.
Merciless.
