Orion walked through the vast corridors of the empire until he reached the Imperial Colosseum.
The sound of the crowd echoed in the vast galleries as he approached the stands, where a circular arena stretched out, surrounded by walls of stone and crystal, the floor marked by the scars of past battles.
In the center of the arena, two warriors stood ready to face each other: a genius of the Dao of Death, known as Zarion, and another genius, master of the Dao of Destruction, called Kralgor.
The air was charged with electric tension, and the spectators were silent, waiting for the fight to begin.
Zarion, with his imposing presence, wore black clothes that seemed to absorb the light around him. His eyes were completely white, as if they were empty of life, and his aura emanated a cold and deadly energy. He was the master of death, able to control the essence of souls and manipulate the cycle of life and death with a simple gesture.
