The echoes of battle still reverberated in Dabi's ears as he stepped away from the shattered remnants of the arena. The cheers of the crowd had faded into a distant murmur, replaced by the solemn gravity of victory hard-won.
He glanced over at his team—Zen, Kiba, Jeni, and Althea—each bearing fresh wounds and the fierce determination of warriors who knew the final match was yet to come. In that charged moment, Dabi's heart pounded with a mix of exhaustion and the unmistakable thrill of impending challenge.
Yet even as adrenaline still surged through him, an announcement from the Grand Overseer cut through the lingering din: the final match would be held one week hence. For one week, there would be respite—a time to regroup, to hone their skills, and to face the next challenge with renewed vigor. But even in this break, Dabi sensed that fate had something secret and vital in store for him—a silent, almost imperceptible call that would shape the path ahead.
