The next day, at Dragon Abyss Plaza.
The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky.
Yesterday's arena had been restored to pristine condition, and its protective barrier had been rebuilt with three full layers more than before.
The stands were packed. A hundred thousand spectators focused on the enormous screen hovering above the arena-the match lineup for today.
Great Xia, Qi Wu. Europa, Angelina.
In the VIP seats, the four leaders sat side by side.
The Human Emperor sat in the center, his dark gold dragon robes gleaming subtly in the sunlight. A faint smile rested on his aged face, and no one could tell what he had experienced the night before.
Di Tian stood behind him in blue robes, refined and mild-mannered, quietly explaining the day's match schedule.
The Human Emperor nodded, his smile unchanged. Only deep in his eyes was there something so faint that no one could catch it.
Layton sat to the Human Emperor's left, his dark blue suit immaculate and his silver-gray hair shining in the sunlight.
He wore his trademark smile, occasionally exchanging a few words with the aides beside him, looking composed and confident.
Pope Pius I occupied the first seat on the right, his purple papal robes solemn and dignified.
Svarog sat bare-chested in the first seat on the left. The Great Axe was not beside him, but his oppressive presence still kept those around him from daring to approach.
Suddenly, deafening cheers erupted from the stands.
"Here she comes! The Saintess is coming!"
Angelina rose from her seat in the VIP section.
Her long golden hair cascaded like a waterfall, gleaming softly in the sunlight, every strand seeming to have been kissed by the sun.
Instead of yesterday's silver-white battle armor, she wore a gown of interwoven white and gold. Intricate