12-17-2015, 02:14 PM
The final match loomed on a crowd fed on a diet of blood, violence, and death for the last few hours.
Down below, the arena had been transformed into something from a nightmare journal. Half of the arena was a rolling field of dying grass, dotted with partially withered shrubs and flowers. A river ran the length of the battle area.
At the center of the Colosseum, the ground swelled a few yards higher. It was at this point that the landscape changed from dying grass to red dirt and dust. A giant, squared archway loomed high over the rest of the building, casting a shadow upon a small portion of the crowd. The Black Gate was a large structure made of nearly indestructible black stone. A large altar stood at its center, nearly two stories above the ground. Stone stairs extended from both sides of the gate.
On the western side of the Black Gate, the red landscape was dotted with fires that seemed to burn without needing fuel. Every now and then, some fissure or hole in the ground would spew lava or something that looked and smelled too much like blood for comfort.
The blue river that ran the length of the zone turned from clear water to burning red lava the moment it passed the gate. The river of lava curled through the zone before ending in a large bubbling pool. Even the air on that red side of the gate felt heavier and more oppressive.
From his viewing area, Victor von Magnus let out a sigh as he looked at the details. He had seen them all himself so many years ago, when the fate of the Omniverse hung in the hands of the Kingdom of Camelot. To see the very place where hundreds of young men and women had died replicated for the purpose of scenery felt strange and uncomfortable. Did the people in the crowd not realize how close it had been to the entire Omniverse being consumed by Diablo?
Down below, Shang Tsung and the Bandit with no Name stood on opposing sides of the altar, their expression neutral as they waited for the sound that would start the final combat.
Down below, the arena had been transformed into something from a nightmare journal. Half of the arena was a rolling field of dying grass, dotted with partially withered shrubs and flowers. A river ran the length of the battle area.
At the center of the Colosseum, the ground swelled a few yards higher. It was at this point that the landscape changed from dying grass to red dirt and dust. A giant, squared archway loomed high over the rest of the building, casting a shadow upon a small portion of the crowd. The Black Gate was a large structure made of nearly indestructible black stone. A large altar stood at its center, nearly two stories above the ground. Stone stairs extended from both sides of the gate.
On the western side of the Black Gate, the red landscape was dotted with fires that seemed to burn without needing fuel. Every now and then, some fissure or hole in the ground would spew lava or something that looked and smelled too much like blood for comfort.
The blue river that ran the length of the zone turned from clear water to burning red lava the moment it passed the gate. The river of lava curled through the zone before ending in a large bubbling pool. Even the air on that red side of the gate felt heavier and more oppressive.
From his viewing area, Victor von Magnus let out a sigh as he looked at the details. He had seen them all himself so many years ago, when the fate of the Omniverse hung in the hands of the Kingdom of Camelot. To see the very place where hundreds of young men and women had died replicated for the purpose of scenery felt strange and uncomfortable. Did the people in the crowd not realize how close it had been to the entire Omniverse being consumed by Diablo?
Down below, Shang Tsung and the Bandit with no Name stood on opposing sides of the altar, their expression neutral as they waited for the sound that would start the final combat.
Quote:Judges - Gildarts and Minato and a third(?)
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