The Arena of Epiphany was silent, save for the crackle of residual lightning and the hiss of smoldering fire.
The very air was thick with tension, a palpable weight that pressed down on all of the souls watching across the multiverse.
In the center of the ruined, crater-filled battlefield, two figures stood, or rather, hovered, their bodies a testament to the brutal, drawn-out war they had just waged.
Lifeform5746: "Volthrax is going to win, isn't he? He's a true dragon, the apex of evolution. This is just natural selection."
Lifeform15632: "But you're forgetting, that's his father. Thalorax is the King of the Dragonborn, the first son of Lady Nova! This is a battle of legacy!"
Lifeform16371: "So what? I surpassed my father centuries ago. It's all about talent and race, and Volthrax has the advantage in both."
