Chapter 110: Battlefield of Colors
In the vast, sprawling field, chaos reigned supreme. Bodies blurred, colors clashed, and the air buzzed with the hum of activated Flairs. Mr. Blade’s voice amplified and distorted by the loudspeakers, soared above the noise, his commentary a series of delighted shouts and screams of pure excitement. He was enjoying every single chaotic moment.
From her vantage point with Link and the remnants of the white team, Calixta surveyed the unfolding madness. She strained every fiber of her being, summoning vast amounts of her Flair, trying desperately to keep the opposing teams from chasing after Eirin and Shade, trusting, perhaps foolishly, in whatever convoluted plan Shade was orchestrating.
’He’s not the type to corner someone in a secluded place anyway,’ she thought, a faint, desperate hope fluttering in her chest.
Calixta continued to protect her team, her focus unwavering amidst the pandemonium. Every eliminated opponent, every team member still standing, increased their chances, however slim, of winning this brutal first game and progressing to the second. The more team members left, the higher the chance of winning for the next game. Survival was key.
"Naya!" Link’s voice cut through the clamor, sharp and urgent.
Responding instantly, Naya unleashed her Flair, forming a thick, swirling mist out of her palms, enveloping their remaining teammates in a dense, hazy mist. Simultaneously, Calixta, her face contorted with effort, thrust her hands skyward. Gigantic, shimmering walls of ice erupted from the ground, soaring upwards, forming an almost impenetrable crystalline dome around them, effectively protecting everyone inside their defensive stronghold, at least temporarily.
"Cali! Cover the top part too! Hurry!" Link screamed at the top of his lungs. He knew their vulnerability lay above.
However, their brief respite was shattered by Trixtan’s loud, unmistakable laugh, echoing from above, a sound that sent a wave of dread though Link. "You’re making this too easy, Cali," Trixtan’s voice taunted, dripping with playful malice. He floated effortlessly in the air, a mischievous grin plastered across his face, staring down from the only opening in Calixta’s ice dome. "Now I’ll feel guilty if I eliminate you all here, trapped like fish in a barrel."
Despite his words, Trixtan’s face showed the exact opposite of guilt. His smile was so wide, devoid of empathy, that it gave shivers down Link’s spine. He wasn’t playing; he was enjoying this. "Cali! Now!" Link screamed.
Sweat ran down Calixta’s temple in rivulets, her brows furrowed with extreme effort as she struggled to close the humongous ice dome, to seal off the sky. She saw Trixtan’s huge, unhinged smile, a vision of impending doom, before everything came crumbling down.