As the lights surged back to full brightness, the Silver Division resumed with more matches trickling in, but none stirred the crowd quite like the next two names projected above the arena in glowing silver font:
[Dante "Synaptic Titan" vs. Freya Solheim]
Lysandra's voice dipped into a fake epic tone. "Prepare yourselves… for the raw neurons of rage! The muscular mind-bender! The brute of brainwaves! Dante of the Divine Cognitive Order!"
The crowd burst into laughter and cheers as Dante marched in like a gladiator. Shirtless beneath his sleeveless fur-trimmed cloak, he pounded his chest once and flexed with such vigor the arena lights seemed to quiver in secondhand embarrassment.
His opponent, Freya, was a lithe ice-user from the Nordic Academy's exchange program. She raised a delicate brow at his entrance, unimpressed.
"Begin!"
Freya immediately conjured a barrage of freezing shards and spun them in a whirlwind around her as a defensive vortex.
