Earlier — on the Defenders' side...
Kaelan approached his team with quiet confidence.
He gave a small nod to his Vice Captain—the former leader—who returned the gesture in silence.
Without another word, they formed a tight huddle.
Kaelan looked at each of them with a composed expression.
His voice was steady, almost emotionless.
"We lost the toss… but we'll win this."
The team responded in unison, their eyes filled with resolve:
"Yes, Captain."
Kaelan nodded.
"Strategy," he continued.
"The arena is split—Frost Zone in the first half, Lava Zone in the second."
He paused, waiting for a reaction.
There was none.
Disciplined. Focused. Ready.
Kaelan continued without changing tone:
"I'll take the final column as Anchor.
Vice Captain, you'll take the first column.
Our Trappers will be stationed at the third and sixth columns."
The team nodded again.
No more words were needed.
