A night passed, and when the sun rose, the second day arrived.
Valhalla Arena, the place where Ragnarok—the final struggle between gods and humanity—would be held. The final outcome would determine whether humanity would be destroyed by its creators...
At this moment, gods and humans had gathered here. The seats surrounding the arena, like those of a massive coliseum, were packed with people and gods, their deafening cheers shaking the air.
However, the cheers from the gods were slightly weaker than those from humanity.
That was easy to understand!
After all, in their eyes, how could humans possibly contend with gods? They had already seen the outcome to come.
There would be no surprises. Other than the gods winning all thirteen battles between gods and humans, there could be no other result...
That way, they could completely exterminate ugly humanity and return peace to the world.
On humanity's side, their cheers carried their hope of survival. As long as the thirteen chosen heroes won seven matches, they would win the final struggle between gods and humans!
And humanity would continue for another thousand years...
Suddenly...
The entire arena was plunged into darkness. A beam of light descended from above and landed on the Watchman of the Apocalypse—Heimdall. Standing beneath the spotlight, he was the referee, commentator, and host of this great battle!
He spoke in a grim murmur. "How many long years have I waited?"
"At last, the time has come to blow the Gjallarhorn..."
Blinding red light burst from his eyes as his voice echoed through the arena. "I shall now announce the beginning of Ragnarok—the final struggle of the gods against humanity!"
"Is everyone ready?"
Whoosh...
Deafening cheers answered him wildly, echoing endlessly above the arena...
"Now, let me explain the rules!"
"The rules are very simple. Whichever