Max found himself standing in a vast, bluish corridor that seemed to stretch into infinity, its walls pulsing faintly with veins of glowing runes, like circuits carved into stone.
The floor beneath his feet gleamed like polished obsidian, smooth and reflective, yet inscribed with ancient patterns—mandalas, divine beasts, and celestial formations—all glowing dimly with shifting hues of silver and blue.
Above him, the ceiling curved like the inside of a temple dome, but it shimmered with energy fields and light projections showing records of battles, past champions, and ranking lists floating like ghostly inscriptions in the air.
Statues of ancient warriors—some cloaked in modern battle suits, others in flowing robes with long swords or spirit staffs—lined the walls in silence, each one radiating a silent pressure, as if watching the hall's visitors.
Floating platforms drifted across invisible rails in the air above, taking participants to their designated areas.
