The smoke still drifted across the cracked platform, curling in thin ribbons that shimmered with leftover mana. The crowd's roar had not yet died when the next clash drew their eyes — Team Two and Team Four were still locked in combat. The atmosphere quivered with sound: metal striking stone, mana bursting in waves, and the sharp thuds of bodies hitting the ground.
Avin leaned forward again, eyes glinting faintly red beneath the sunlight. "They're still at it."
Henry folded his arms. "Yeah. Look — it's turning."
Down below, the Transportation Device still hummed faintly, runes flickering across its surface like dying embers. Around it, chaos reigned.
