Regnare strolled toward the newly built arena, each step calm but laced with a quiet menace. His dark blue eyes glowed with cold determination—the kind of chill that whispered of the abyss and things forgotten beneath it. Long white hair, now tipped in a deep, shifting blue like ink in water, trailed behind him as if stirred by an unseen current.
He wore a sleek, form-fitting combat suit of obsidian weave, reinforced at the joints with layered nano-plates. At each hip hung a curved dagger—twins in design, but different in presence. One shimmered with a cold, silver edge etched in runes that pulsed faintly with light; the other was jet-black, matte and silent, drinking in the surrounding light like a void. Their hilts were wrapped in dark serpent hide, and from each pommel dangled a single sapphire shard—rumored to be crystallized drops of regret.
