Yin and Yang

The Colosseum of the Sky, once a marvel of cosmic architecture, began to warp and twist as Judas and Catiline approached their designated entry points.

Reality itself seemed to recoil from the impending clash, stone pillars bending like rubber, the very air shimmering with prismatic hues never before seen by mortal eyes.

Spectators clung to their seats, many crying out in a mixture of fear and exhilaration as the laws of physics buckled under the weight of the combatants' presence.

In the VIP box, Báthory gripped the railing, her crimson eyes wide with a hunger that transcended mere bloodlust.

"It's beginning," she whispered to Atenzi, who stood impassive beside her. "Can you feel it? The very fabric of Naaim straining at the seams."

Atenzi nodded, his golden eyes scanning the warping arena. "Indeed.

But the question remains - will it hold, or will we all be consumed by what's to come?"