The Skyfire Arena was still trembling from the aftershocks of Kent's casual display of dominance. While he casually sat upon his jade throne with wine in hand, the battlefield turned into chaos.
The remaining members of the first group tore at one another with merciless intent, their pets clashing in a frenzy of claws, fangs, spells, and thunder.
The audience, which had been mocking and cheering at Kent's supposed downfall, now found their voices changing to a different tune—boos, curses, and laughter twisted together like an uncontrollable storm.
"Look at them fight! They've already forgotten Kent exists!"
"Hah! That boy is just sitting like a lord. Shameless trickster!"
"Kill each other! Only one place is left next to him, after all!"
Inside the Arena, the struggle came down to only three survivors.
