The primes had been sitting in their area. Since the round began, none of them left their seats. They enjoyed the battles that unfolded with simply and almost uninterested gazes. On the surface.
It wasn't that they were bored. Or that they didn't care of the outcome. The primes were intrigued. But besides the miniscule power on display, some couldn't wait for it. The outcome of the tournament.
Yeah sure, they ruled universes. They literally say such structures as nothing but toys. But ultimate power was something even the strongest may just for.
In this case, the imperial throne.
Seeing the third round approach a conclusion, Zarten smiled. After two rounds, he is finally gaining a victor.
On the other hand, Lord Helios's lips twisted into a smile. A smile that showed his lust for battle. Manners were manners. Rules were rules.
