Broken stood in the center of the arena, taking in the surroundings. Unlike the previous matches, this time, the setting was different.
He and Frostedge stood on a wide, open battlefield, bordered by towering trees and dense forest. But the most striking feature was the transparent screens positioned on all four sides of the arena, displaying the real world beyond the game.
Through those screens, he could see the crowds—thousands upon thousands of spectators cheering with unrelenting energy. Their voices echoed faintly into the battlefield, a constant mix of chants for Frostedge and Broken, shouted back and forth in a chaotic but electric rhythm.
Broken hadn't expected this. He had never imagined that so many people would be cheering for him. Him.
He never thought he'd end up here, at the grand finale of Immortal Legacy's biggest event, standing at the very edge of something this massive.
It had all happened so fast.
