As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting an orange glow across the Battle Frontier, I breathed a weary sigh. Another day of challenges and victories had passed. My Seviper coiled lazily at my feet, its eyes reflecting the fading light as it rested after our battles. Just as I began to unwind, a figure emerged. With a practiced eye, I assessed the newcomer, my expression neutral yet alert. It seemed fate had other plans for my evening.

"Sorry, but we're closing," I stated.