The arena was alive.
Grrrrnnngg~
Below the floating platform where Dean Oryll had delivered his announcement, the sprawling structure of the trial slowly locked into place with the sound of stone grinding against stone and mana surging through ancient channels.
From above, it resembled a complex labyrinth of twenty spiraling tunnels, stairs, bridges, and shadowy gates—each glowing faintly with different elemental auras.
Wind howled faintly down one tunnel. Another radiated waves of heat. A third sat cloaked in illusion, its walls shimmered like glass. Some paths twisted toward the center; others curled outward like serpents.
But only four would lead to success.
Each team had fifteen minutes to strategize.
Damon and the others stood in their designated alcove, the faint hum of a shielding ward pulsing around them like a heartbeat.
