Death Is Eminent

A blinding light had erupted, filling the arena with an almost celestial brilliance.

The spectators held their breaths, their eyes wide with awe and suspense. Even the demons had gotten very interested in this. 

 The light was so intense that it seemed to transcend the physical realm, bathing the entire space in a pure, radiant glow. For a moment, it felt as if time itself had stopped, the world holding its breath in unison with the crowd.

And then, just as suddenly as it had come, the light vanished. The arena returned to its normal state, and standing before the Sphere was Lenny, his eyes fixed on the score that had appeared. The number "15" glowed faintly on the surface of the Sphere, marking his score.

A wave of disbelief and disappointment washed over the crowd. They erupted into boos, jeers, and shouts of derision. Some spectators even hurled clumps of dirt in his direction, their frustration and anger was obvious.