The stadium began to shift again.
While the crowd still buzzed from Michael's performance, the officials had already begun resetting the stage for the next group.
It was time for the next round.
Compared to the chaos and awe that had followed Michael's round, this one opened with little fanfare. The officials didn't even announce the start with the same energy.
A hundred numbers were soon called.
Soon, a hundred youths made their way down from the audience to the arena stage.
Most of them looked average.
Some looked impressive.
From his seat, Michael didn't watch with particular interest. He leaned back slightly, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded.
Renn, however, did glance toward the arena.
He was curious.
The next trial began shortly after.
The group of one hundred spread out across the now-familiar stone platform, their expressions a mix of nerves and excitement.
Compared to earlier stages, the atmosphere was quieter. No one dared act arrogant.
