With all the passing teams finally gathered at the finish line, the system's floating message appeared above everyone's heads, glowing bright blue.
[System: All teams have reached the finish line. The next round will begin shortly. Please prepare yourselves.]
The players around Cane and Ai groaned, stretched, and started checking their gear. Some sat down to recover stamina, others whispered guesses about the next challenge.
But Cane wasn't paying attention to any of that. His eyes kept drifting toward Ai, who stood a few steps away from him.
She wasn't acting normal.
Ai usually had calm eyes, steady breathing, and a relaxed posture, even when she was annoyed.
But right now her fingers kept tapping her thigh, her gaze darted around the arena like she was waiting for something or someone. Her jaw was tight, and she wasn't talking to anyone.
Cane took a slow breath.
