Bab 1408: The Final Sixteen!

The Next Morning...

A grandiose holographic panel illuminated the massive coliseum, casting an ethereal glow over the eager spectators.

The atmosphere was electric, with the audience on the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the panel above.

It was finally the moment of the draw, the stage was set for the sixteen chosen fighters of the Spectral Tournament.

Mr. Sogrus ascended onto the stage and motioned toward the holographic panel which began to swirl with intricate, ever-changing patterns of light.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he called out, his voice resonating through the arena, "The moment we've all been waiting for! It's time to decide the brackets!"

He reached out and pressed a button on his crystal device. The swirling lights of the holographic panel started to coalesce into distinct orbs, each representing a fighter.

The orbs started to float randomly, then one by one, they moved toward their designated slots in the bracket.