It wasn't just the noise from the overflowing crowd that filled the grand coliseum, or the booming drums that echoed across the stone arena. No—there was something else. A deep, invisible pulse that spread through the soil and into every blade of grass, into every body standing or seated around the circular ring. Like the tension before a storm, the promise of something irreversible about to begin.
Jinmu stood near the outer perimeter of the massive arena floor, standing beside Eun Haria. Together, they were two of the hunded scattered around the massive open field—an enormous elevated ring where a hundred martial artists had gathered. Dust kicked up from shifting feet, and the occasional burst of uncontrolled ki created brief distortions in the air.
Across the ring, directly opposite them, stood giants of the generation.
And the crowd knew it too.
