[Arena.]
Davy's voice, cut through the tense silence. He gestured grandly toward the glowing geometric patterns carved into the center stage, signaling the beginning of the brutal, shifting alliances of the fourth round.
"All of you, stepped into the center of the Arena, and you will be teleported into your separate battlegrounds... You will pass this round if you can survive for thirty minutes, or kill every single monster inside. You can start." Davy announced.
Carl adjusted his collar, stepping forward. Ethan, exuding the haughty arrogance, walked alongside him, flanked by eight other fiercely loyal Sword Academy students. They stepped onto their designated stage, and with a blinding flash of spatial displacement, they all vanished.
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[Battle Ground.]
