Seth stood, chest heaving slightly from exertion, and looked up at where he sensed the cameras were watching. His eyes still glowed with that blue light, but the irritation from earlier had been replaced by something colder, more focused.
"Next," he said simply.
The response was immediate.
{God Poloneus has entered your viewing box!}
{Goddess Nova is impressed by your tenacity!}
{God Verbraucht is pleased by the fight!}
The notifications appeared on screen—visible not just to Seth but to everyone watching. Divine attention, drawn by skilled combat.
Then the comments started flooding in, appearing as glowing text that scrolled across the bottom of the screen:
[Goddess Jayne: This is blood thrilling!!]
[Unknown: Hmph, I bet he's going to lose the next match]
[DaylithNight: Don't forget you have other opponents to fight! Don't spend all your energy on this one hahahaha]
[God of Storms: That fore perception is interesting. Keep fighting, mortal. Show us more.]
