The arena was no longer recognizable. What had once been a beautifully engineered colosseum now resembled the aftermath of a battle between natural disasters. The stands were cracked beyond saving, pillars tilted like drunken giants, and the sky above shimmered with distorted light where time and earth had collided too many times in rapid succession.
Ethan and Galeno clashed once more in the center, fist to palm, authority grinding against authority. The collision didn't create a shockwave. It created silence. A moment where the world held its breath. Then it all fell apart.
The ground sank as if the whole colosseum had decided it didn't want to exist anymore. The structure collapsed inward, stone walls turning to dust, the floor shattering into deep pits. Ethan teleported away from a falling slab of land, landing near the edge just as Galeno rose atop a floating chunk of bedrock, snorting a puff of exhausted satisfaction.
