The tension in the underground hall thickened, a palpable force pressing against those who stood within it. Orion sat in quiet meditation, his breathing steady, his mind honed to a razor's edge. He was aware of the growing hostility around him but remained unshaken, unaffected by the threats that now loomed over him.
Across the chamber, the massive arena guard, clad in plated steel reinforced with mana inscriptions, exchanged words with the liaison—a man known as the **Agent of Dark**. The title suited him. He was a broker of blood and misery, dealing in whispers and fates sealed with a single stroke of ink or steel.
"Don't let his words inflate your ego," the liaison sneered, his voice like venom dripping from a dagger's edge. "The man you're facing is **Khalis Akazar**, the strongest and most ruthless fighter in the Silver Arena. You just challenged him to a **death match**."