Yadar Eugene

Dago hovered in midair. Beneath his feet was no longer mere soil or rock, but a grand domain woven from countless immensely intricate rune-energy pathways.

Like still-pulsing blood vessels, those pathways carried terrifyingly vast mana, forcibly stitching the four originally separate arenas into an ultimate stage vast enough for war beasts to slaughter one another.

As the curtain rose on the second round, this merged arena naturally became the sole focus of the world, drawing every gaze.

This area was extraordinarily vast, so vast that it felt somewhat empty.

Dago stood nowhere near the edge, yet even so, the wizards seated across from him in the Dusk Crystal Church viewing area were a full two kilometers away in a straight line.

At such a distance, even spectators enhanced by Eagle Eye spells could see them only as blurry black dots at the edge of their vision.

The surrounding clamor was diluted by the enormous distance. The discussions, exclamations, and even malicious curses of the watching wizards

had become distant and distorted by the time they reached Dago's ears, as though he were hearing shorebound noise through a thick layer of water.

This peculiar emptiness and silence gave Dago an illusion—he seemed to have been abandoned on an isolated island at the end of the world,

or to be standing at the center of Judgment Day's courtroom.

Above him, six artificial light sources known as Miracle Suns hung high in the sky.

They were not warm. Instead, they emitted a cold, solemn white radiance, and those rays descended

like tangible pillars of spotlights, pinning Dago firmly to the center of the stage.

He was like the protagonist about to perform a one-man show, forcibly shoved into the spotlight, while countless greedy, scrutinizing eyes lurked in the black night around him, waiting