Chapter 25: Battle Royale (1)
The ground beneath my boots buzzed with barely restrained magic.
Floating screens hovered in the sky like predatory birds, focused on the shimmering battlefield below.
A crimson moon floated faintly over the coliseum as the gates to the massive combat zone creaked open.
’Pixia, do you feel that?’
(Yes. It’s the sound of 5,000 overconfident teenagers about to get emotionally devastated.)
I smirked.
The moment I stepped onto the platform, eyes turned.
Noble girls whispered. Elven instructors flinched. One fox-kin girl fainted. Again.
’Why do I feel like I should be charging ticket fees for my existence?’
(Because your arrogance has its own economy.)
Alicia walked beside me, arms crossed, crimson cloak fluttering behind her like fire. "Don’t look so smug."