Supremacy Games

As he walked through the Colosseum, many names flew by Felix's head...Some were cool, some were downright bad, but none clicked in his mind.

Just as he wanted to use a random name and be done with it, his eyes were attracted to a gift shop at the corner.

It was packed with spirits buying either take away gifts from their favorite fighters or cheering preps.

This scene made him come up with the perfect name.

'This should do.'

He wrote it down on the card and placed it inside his pocket...Then, he continued towards the heart of the Colosseum where the trials were being held.

A few minutes later...

As Felix stepped into the arena. It was a gargantuan circular stage made of ethereal crystals, shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

Its surface was smooth yet durable, built to withstand the intense battles that would unfold upon it.

The arena's periphery was enveloped by towering, translucent barriers that ensured the safety of the spectators while providing them with an unobstructed view of the exhilarating fights.

Seats, formed from the same crystalline material, cascaded upwards in tiers around the arena, accommodating thousands of spectators who came to feast their eyes on the spectacle of power and strategy.

At the center of the arena, the fighters platform stood elevated...It was where the spirit combatants clashed.

At the moment, it was packed with hundreds of spirit fighters, spread out across the stage, their bodies glowing with vibrant hues.

The colors were as varied as the spirits themselves. Some were ethereal yellow while others shimmered in a tranquil green that evoked the freshness of nature.

radiating with red and orange auras that held the majority. They were like living

them, he was nothing but a mere swipe of a brush on a canvas of colors, merging and disappearing into

thrumming excitement of the Colosseum, nestled in their luxurious VIP booths, the

golden colors, leaned forward against the translucent barrier,

beautiful spirit, mused, her diamond-like eyes

forty red spirits and most of them are

but all were engaged, their

Colosseum had become their marketplace, the fighters their commodities, and they, the elites, held the power to change the fate of these contenders with their

an entrance fee straightaway.Instead, their main goal was to give an amazing performance during the trials and

paid off in addition to receiving significant support from their sponsor to get stronger if they proved themselves to

of entertainment, but at the same time, they had plenty to earn from wagers, s,

put your Ravager in this tournament again, Mr. Atticus?" Lady Iris inquired as she eyed a lean muscular ogre-like man, wearing a dignified robe, making

his voice

it his best and we believe that he should be ready to represent our capital and bring the trophy home." Boss Gideon stressed, his

considered the most powerful fighter in our city, but it's too soon to proclaim him as the winner." Madam Arabella smirked. "I have prepared a respectable batch of combatants for this year's tournament and I am certain that they will give

you won't be picking anyone from this batch?" Lady Iris

no one has caught my eye to waste an entire sponsorship slot on him." Madam Arabella acted disinterested as she watched

for them to

"We will see..."

Creek!

door was opened and everyone's attention was attracted to it. When they

you aren't interested

to watch a rat struggle." Boss Alves responded with a cold tone as he sat down next

Boss Alves and he came straightway

aback by his response as they knew that Boss Alves was known for not having almost no enemies

you off, I wonder what he