Dahlia looked toward the arena, then stepped forward. "I'll go, then."
Sianor turned sharply to her. "You can't."
She stopped and glanced back. "Why not?"
He sighed, rubbing his temple. "You already stepped out of the match earlier. Technically, you're not allowed back in."
Dahlia's jaw tightened. "That was different."
"Maybe," Sianor replied, exhaling slowly. "But the rule is still the rule."
Dahlia clicked her tongue, irritation flashing across her face. "Dammit."
Seeing the situation, Rachel let out a quiet sigh. "…Then I'll go."
Both Sianor and Floren turned to her in surprise.
Sianor frowned. "No, you can't."
Floren, half-hidden behind his fan, tilted his head slightly. "Rachel… even if you want to, you're not allowed."
Dahlia turned sharply. "No."
She stepped closer, her eyes locking onto Rachel's. "You can't."
Crossing her arms tightly, Dahlia added, "You're not even stronger than me, and he's in the Fourth Realm."
