As Leon passed through the gate to the next chamber, his breath caught.
This arena was unlike any before—a titanic amphitheater carved from harmonic crystal and vibrating obsidian. Sonic rings hovered in the air like ghostly instruments, each humming in anticipation. The very air pulsed with tension.
"Leon," Roselia whispered through the whisper stone, "this floor has a name… the Resonant Crucible. It was sealed centuries ago. The champion here doesn't use fists or flame—he uses sound. Pure, weaponized resonance."
Leon slowly stepped into the arena's center, tightening the bindings on his arms and shoulders.
"Let him try," he said softly. "I'll just echo back louder."
From above, a roar of layered voices filled the coliseum—male, female, mechanical, divine.
And then descended the Rank 5 champion: Voxian, the Sound Tyrant.
