At the northern edge of the arena.
The ground was cracked, the sky overhead dyed with eerie crimson light leaking from the growing fissure in the heavens. All around them, chaos had consumed the coliseum. Faint screams echoed in the distance as the last remaining spectators fled. Blood, broken tiles, and fading magic littered the battlefield.
Reeves, Kaelen, and Kelvin regrouped swiftly with Marel, General Cao, Lila, Guinevere, Morris, and Ethan. Some of them bore wounds—some deep, some superficial—but it was the expression they shared that bound them in that moment: dread.
Reeves scanned the scene ahead, his face pale. "This... this isn't just a power grab. I can feel it, Something is being summoned… something beyond us."
Kelvin gritted his teeth, his eyes still glowing from his confrontation with the First Magi. "He killed Lysander. I felt it since Lysander's presence has always been a thorn on my flesh. That bastard Alden… And now, King Alexandria is going for the final step."
