The deafening sound of the herald's arm slicing through space echoed throughout the arena, resonating with an otherworldly vibration.
"SHHHUANNNNGGGGGG!!!" The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the herald extended his right arm, commanding attention.
"2 Dumu up!" he declared, and in an instant, Elysia and her group were spatially relocated to the edge of the arena.
The sudden displacement left them disoriented, but there was no time for respite. The herald's grin widened, exuding a sinister delight.
"Now, let the battle commence," he proclaimed, his voice laced with ominous excitement.
"Your opponents today shall be the Xyrrans," the herald announced, emphasizing their name.
"They are a small yet cunning race that specializes in space banditry."
The Xyrrans, known for their technological prowess, were a formidable adversary.
They had embraced cybernetic enhancements, augmenting their bodies with advanced machinery.
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