Battle Royale 6
The valley pulsed with the raw energy of desperation. Neveah, a phantom woven from the very fabric of darkness, drifted through the carnage, his movements devoid of sound or flourish. His crimson eyes, the only spark of life amidst his inky cloak, scanned the battlefield with a cold, detached intensity. He wasn't driven by bloodlust this time. He'd satiated that hours ago. This, the final act of the exam, was about observation, a clinical assessment. He needed pawns – expendable pieces he could manipulate in the intricate games to come. More importantly, he needed to understand the strengths and limitations of the Blessed he would inevitably face.