Curtain Call

The Colosseum of the Sky buzzed with a mixture of awe and trepidation as the dust settled from Houdini's earth-shattering victory over Kukai. The Ace of Spades floated ominously above the center stage, pulsing with the contained essence of the vanquished enlightened one. Reality itself seemed to bend around the card, creating ripples in the fabric of space-time that sent shivers through the assembled cosmic beings.

Atenzi, still disguised as the Phantom, felt a strange stirring within him. Something about the card, about the lingering energy of the duel, called to him in ways he couldn't quite understand. He shook his head, trying to focus on his role as commentator, but the pull was undeniable, a siren song of cosmic power that resonated with something deep inside him.