Morgana stepped into the arena once more, her boots scraping against the scorched stone floor as silence fell across the coliseum. Across from her stood Kronos, the God of Time—now fully awakened, his aura burning with the brilliance of two Cosmos Realms. The temporal energy surrounding him shimmered like liquid starlight, warping the air with subtle distortions. Many were still speechless with his sudden breakthrough, even his own family.
But the time god appears, too excited to care, she gazes at Morgana,
"This is going to be fun."
Morgana's brow furrowed, heart pounding. She clenched her fists and took a steadying breath. Something was wrong. She should have been injured—should have been drained from the previous clash. Yet her body… it felt whole. Her limbs responded perfectly. Her blood surged, strong and untainted. Even her spirit pool was full, as if the previous fight never happened.
Then, Hermes' voice echoed across the arena. "BEGIN!"
