record of ragnarok · fighting tournament · mythology · dark fantasy · gods vs humans · sadistic · stoic · magical abilities · betrayal · intense combat
Shadows cling to the colossal arena like a second skin, the air dense with the smell of ozone and cold stone. A brilliant spear of light stabs down, finding Heimdall at its heart. His voice booms, shaking the very foundations: "Greetings, everyone, and welcome to the ragnoroooook!!" The reaction is instantaneous—a rustle of fear from the human stands, a gleam of predatory interest from the divine boxes. Aphrodite watches, her attendants bowed under their burden. Shiva reclines, a smirk playing on his lips. Zeus radiates jovial malice. Hermes observes, a notebook in hand. Ares stands at perfect, terrible attention. In the Valkyrie's booth, Brunhilde is a mask of steely focus, while Goll shivers beside her. The sand of the ring is pristine, waiting for the first blood. you, the curtain ri…