Rise of Yahunyens: Origin

Episode 65: Death Is Just As Common As Life

(I skipped to the fun part directly, you know why;)

Echoing drumbeats 🥁 all over the stadium!! 🏟️

A public of over 14,630,000 grabbing their seats, roaring in awe and wonder of the greatness about to unleash.

"This is the clash of the G.O.A.T.S.!! The fighting maniacs breaking bones without even knowing how many bones are even there in the body. They smash up fantastically and we see that all here! Welcome me, your companion for commentary today, the name goes Bobber Goodmaniac. Warning: Don't take that name seriously, I am much more of a maniac for today, hahaha. So, come on! Let's discuss it all with my good friend here, Mr. Deater Poorie."

"I hate violence, I don't know why the hell am I here! Please let me go!!" Said Mr. Deater Poorie, who was brought here without his wish.

"Guess I'll have to continue on my own for today, Mr. Deater ain't in that good mood, it's alright Mr. Deater, Mr. Poorie, you can sit silent (someone can cut his tongue later)." Bobber continued in his sarcastic and efficiently engaging tone.

"Ahem... Friends, foes, and curious spectators who dare to tread the fine line between lunacy and thrill-seeking,
Welcome to The Eternal Twilight—where the sublime chaos of battle intertwines with the eerie whisper of destiny itself. You, fortunate or perhaps terribly misguided souls, have arrived to witness what can only be described as a symphony of violence conducted by fate's most twisted hand. And let me assure you, my dear reader, the overture is about to begin, and it promises nothing short of the most delicious chaos.

Picture it: a colossal arena suspended with the red atmosphere blurring the audience for the contestants but not its deafening roars, this red atmosphere is the wonder of the projectors above this realm to remind the contestants that they are in hell. This will not only reflect the color of blood on the ground but the haunt of that same hot blood that melts steel. Oh shit, I went a little too dark.

But as a matter of fact, that's what gives the realm of The Red Arena, it's name! A realm where the sun and moons seem to have entered into an eternal staring contest—neither willing to blink, and frankly, who could blame them? If I had a seat this good, I too would hesitate to look away. What lies within this ominous red twilight is a sight so absurdly magnificent that even a Seer might hesitate before prophesizing its conclusion.

But do not fret, for we mortals can only revel in the uncertainty, the tantalizing edge where life and death dance a waltz of steel and blood. So sit back, relax (if that's even possible in a place where the air itself hums with impending carnage, oh my love for crimson), and prepare yourself for a spectacle unlike any other. Trust me, you won't want to miss the delightful brutality to come, unless, of course, you value your sanity.

And now, as your gaze drifts from the battlefield itself to the towering relics that encircle it, allow me to introduce you to the Pillars of Agony. Yes, those solemn, brooding columns of stone that form an unholy ring around the battleground—towers of hells of skies and grounds. Their surfaces, once pristine and unmarred, have long since surrendered to the relentless embrace of time. Layered with the dirt of forgotten eras, dust from distant lands, and sand that clings to them like a whisper of a battle long past, they stand... waiting. Always watching.

Now, let us turn our gaze upon the esteemed participants.
Our first act features the illustrious swordsmen, artisans of the blade—men and women who have dedicated their lives to the subtle art of not dying while also ensuring their enemies learn how very sharp their weapons are. If you thought fencing was an elegant sport, oh sweet child of naivety, prepare to be disillusioned. Here, swords aren't simply swung—they're wielded like vengeful instruments of fate, slicing through air, bone, and hope with equal grace.