As the monarchs chatted among themselves, a field of living energy, where lightning streaked across the sky and electric currents coursed through the metal walls, was presented to the audience in the arena. The air smelled of ozone and superheated iron; sparks leapt from the bars like restless snakes.
Nilla stood, her figure glowing with intense brilliance, sparks running down her skin like untamed serpents. Her hair fluttered in a static halo, and each breath released tiny bolts of lightning that crackled on the ground.
On the other side, the rival Koeus stood motionless, his staff slowly rotating in his hands, as if controlling the very breath of the world around him. The light seemed to bend around him, creating a veil of temporal mist.
