***Axel***
The sun hung high in the sky, bathing the tournament grounds in a warm, golden light that belied the tension coiling beneath the surface. The arena was alive with activity, a cacophony of cheers and shouts ringing through the air as spectators gathered to witness the battles of strength and skill that would unfold. But today was unlike any other—a storm brewed on the horizon, and the ominous presence of the Bloodborne Clan loomed, their intentions veiled in darkness.
I stood at the edge of the arena, my heart racing as I surveyed the scene before me. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, cheers from the crowd washing over me like a tide. But beneath that excitement lay a weight of dread, a constant reminder of the darkness that threatened to unearth the foundations of eve
