Woooooong~
The Maze of Wills sealed itself with a deep, echoing hum that vibrated through the Colosseum floor.
One by one, the elite Year Five teams had entered—ElderGlow first, then Thornevale, followed by Wyrmere and Crowgarth. Four schools. Four squads.
And now the stone spiral had vanished beneath a shifting dome of magic-forged crystal.
From above, the audience could only see six floating magic circles hovering midair, each one linked to a participant.
They displayed vital metrics: heart rate, mana pressure, stability, emotional integrity. Green meant stable. Yellow meant wavering. Red meant collapse.
That was all the crowd could see.
And they watched.
Watched like priests before a divine altar, hoping the gods came back from the dark.
Damon leaned against the marble edge of ElderGlow's upper observation tower. His gaze flicked between the glowing circles and the gradually rising murmur of the restless crowd. His lips twitched at every flicker in the data.
