The tournament raged on. The colossal arena, a construct of Adam's will and the thoughts of 6 billion gods, continued its relentless fights of the demigods.
The first few million matches had been a flurry of chaotic, desperate battles.
Sunny, observing from his high throne noted that even his own demigods were not immune to the brutal logic of the tournament.
A demigod of agriculture, a gentle being whose talents were to nurture fertile soil and accelerate the growth of crops, found himself teleported into a volcanic hellscape.
His opponent, a hulking fire-elemental golem, hadn't even registered him as a threat before its passive aura of incinerating heat caused the harvest god to shatter and eliminating him from the competition. He had lost before the battle ever truly began.
As the matches unfolded, a pattern emerged. The newer demigods of the races, those Sunny had created for the sole purpose of creating a demigod for each race, were struggling.
