The white light of the teleportation faded, replaced instantly by a biting, supernatural chill. Adrian found himself standing on a surface of jagged, translucent permafrost.
The arena was a frozen hellscape, a landscape of towering ice spires and deep, treacherous crevasses, all illuminated by the harsh, blue-white glare of a simulated binary star system.
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The roar of the holographic crowd was a physical force, a wall of sound that shook the very foundations of the massive arena.
This wasn't a simple duel; it was a spectacle. The arena itself was a frozen wasteland, a landscape of jagged, blue-white ice spires and howling winds that bit through standard shielding. It was a battlefield tailored for a specific kind of monster.
