The Next Day
The crowd roared as the first match kicked off.
Class Six vs Class Three.
Ten students dropped into the reshaped arena, boots hitting metal before the rocky terrain fully formed. Artificial fog hissed out from the arena vents. Jagged structures jutted up, forming broken hills and narrow gaps. Visibility was trash.
Perfect for ambushes.
From the private booth, Class Zero watched in silence. The glass gave a perfect top-down view, like watching rats in a maze, only these rats had mana blades, gauntlets, and elemental cores strapped to their backs.
Evelyn leaned forward a bit. "Class Six's got the numbers, but Class Three's got that guy with the lightning tattoos, right?"
"Mm," Reia nodded. "Zyke. Rank D. Fights like a berserker, but he's fast. If they let him loose…"
Below, it started.
First flash of movement.
