With just a day remaining before the tournament, the Western Region fell eerily quiet.
The once-bustling streets, filled with the vibrant sounds of chatter and excitement, had succumbed to a heavy stillness.
The Blood Fury Arena, usually brimming with spectators eager to witness fierce clashes, now appeared almost deserted, as if an invisible hand had silenced the chaos.
The two powerful sects and influential forces, aware of the monumental stakes, were all immersed in their final preparations for the following day— a day that would determine the fate of thousands.
While some would rise in glory, others would suffer devastating losses.
This strange quiet gradually morphed into a palpable tension, creeping into the hearts of many as anxiety mingled with anticipation.
Each individual felt the weight of the impending battle, knowing it could change everything.
