Bab 23: Fear Warfare I

As the last echoes of the previous battle faded, the arena began to transform once more. 

Where once there had been a clear battlefield, now a landscape of nightmares took shape.

Twisted trees sprouted from the ground, their branches reaching out like grasping fingers.

Shadows pooled in impossible ways, defying the laws of light and physics.

Mist coiled around everything, obscuring distances and playing tricks on the eye.

The Ringmaster materialized in the center of this eldritch realm, his suit now a vortex of dark matter and dying stars. "Ladies, gentlemen, and beings of questionable dimensional origin!" his voice boomed, cutting through the eerie silence.

As the two combatants made their way to the center of the arena, a small, glowing orb zipped towards the Ringmaster.

He plucked it out of the air, unfolding it to reveal a message written in script that hurt the eyes to look upon directly.