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.

that held the majority. They were like living flames, their bodies

mere swipe of a brush on a canvas of colors,

in their luxurious VIP booths, the city's richest spirits lounged in the lap of

translucent forms, glittering with hues of golden colors, leaned forward against the translucent barrier,

mused, her

are more than forty red spirits and most of

in certain fighters, others disdain, but all were engaged, their

their commodities, and they, the elites, held the power to change the fate

main goal was to give an amazing performance during the trials and hopefully attract the interest of

off, their entrance fee would be paid off in addition to receiving significant support from their sponsor to get stronger if they proved themselves to have the

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

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

He responded, his voice

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

him as the winner." Madam Arabella smirked. "I have prepared

be picking anyone

eye to waste an entire sponsorship slot on him." Madam Arabella acted disinterested as she watched

them to fight

"We will see..."

Creek!

to it. When

are you doing here? I thought you aren't interested in such

responded with a cold tone as he sat down next to

tournament, the news reached Boss Alves and he came straightway to

that Boss Alves was known for not having almost no

piss you off,