The battles proceeded one by one.
After fighting with Club White Zenith's members in a round robin, it was time for them to fight against the Club Broken Root.
In the battles against them, the next Regalon to have the third Concept was Natalia.
A few minutes ago.
Natalia arrived in the arena alongside her opponent, the representative of the Club Broken Root.
He stood rooted in place, massive and immovable, bark-armored plates layered over his frame like fossilized time. Veins of dull green crystal pulsed beneath his skin, each beat syncing with the arena itself. The moment his feet touched the obsidian floor, roots sank downward, claiming territory.
The arena responded.
Roots burst upward in violent spirals, thick and heavy, tearing through obsidian like soil. The space around Natalia became a cage of living wood, every path sealed, every angle closing.
Natalia didn't move.
She didn't dodge.
She didn't raise a hand.
Instead, the air sang.
Not audibly.
Conceptually.
