As the dust finally settled, silence hung over the arena for a heartbeat—and then the crowd
erupted into a roar.
Around the perimeter of the vast floating coliseum, the Fire Tower's team was in shambles.
Seraphine's violet eyes blazed with wrath, lips pressed into a bloodless line.
Inferax stood like a volcanic mountain ready to erupt, his huge arms crossed over his barrel chest, crimson robes rippling with residual heat.
Every flicker of torchlight glinted off the veins standing out in his neck as he glowered down at the arena floor.
Meanwhile, Velexaria simply stood near the Dark Mage Tower's section, shadows curling around
the hem of her dark robes, a sly, proud smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She rested one
hand on the obsidian railing as if she were merely watching a pleasant theater show.
Down below, Dragan groaned from the pile of shattered stone. Fire Tower healers bustled around
