Only two pairs remained.
The air itself seemed to freeze as the announcement resounded across the [Creators' Domain], sharp and definitive like the final ring of a war bell.
[Only two pairs remain. The "Main Round" is now officially over.]
It was over.
The chaos. The endless bloodshed.
The game that had cost so many lives had reached its conclusion, at least for this part.
Now, only four individuals remained standing among a mountain of corpses and forgotten names.
Kaelios dropped to his knees, breath ragged and uneven.
His body trembled, not from fear, but from the staggering weight of what they had accomplished.
"We did it," he muttered through clenched teeth, voice thick with disbelief, "We actually fucking did it."
Alex stood beside him in silence, his hands coated in dried blood, his blade still humming faintly from the last battle.
He should've felt victorious.
He should've been proud, even relieved.
After all, he had just killed the [God of Darkness].
