The referee let out a long, tired sigh as he glanced between us. It was clear—he still remembered the day this woman had nearly killed Titania. That moment had almost led to a full-blown clash between us right then and there. And now, here we stood, facing each other once again. The air between us was suffocating, thick with something unspoken. I had no idea if the referee was dreading this match or looking forward to it, considering we were both clearly strong fighters. But the crowd? The crowd was ecstatic.
The spectators were roaring with excitement, their cheers echoing through the arena like rolling thunder. Their eyes were hungry, eager, like they were about to witness the bloodiest spectacle of their lives. Their energy was electric, a chaotic blend of adrenaline and anticipation. It was like they had been waiting for this showdown for ages, their anticipation feeding into the very ground beneath us.
