Wooooshhh!!
The air had changed.
Not just in the arena, but in the crowd itself—no more restless murmuring, no idle cheers. Silence rippled like a held breath as the announcer's voice cut through the charged tension.
"Let the Phase Three begin."
The arena began to shift again.
The cliffside terrain from the mission challenge crumbled into itself, stone slabs sinking with deep groans.
Grrrrr…
New terrain pushed up in its place—circular platforms layered like a multi-tiered tower, wide enough for two teams to clash but tight enough to force engagement.
Above each platform, magical glyphs floated, rotating slowly. With the way the star was continuously shifting, some begin to think it was a conscious thing.
Or at the very least, someone very powerful was manipulating it. However, no one could feel a single magic essence coming from the Deans or anyone strong enough to manipulate such a huge space.
