In the sun-drenched arena, a shadow glides. Matador 168, a ghost, stands poised, his muscles tense. The crowd gasps as the beast is released. A flurry of horns and hooves, a dance of death begins. Each thrust by the matador is bold. Will he fall? The bull, a force of power, seeks only to crush. This isn't just a clash, it's a ritual where the line