The surviving Rank 3s steadied themselves, their laws igniting one after another.
Out of the nearly five dozen monsters, only thirty remained.
As if following some unspoken order, the thirty split evenly into groups of six—each set claiming a single undead as their opponent.
The monsters didn't want the aftermath of their clash to spill over and damage the "treasure" at the dome's center. So, without hesitation, they pulled apart, opening space for their chosen battles.
Rank 3 monsters were all capable of flight and stepping into the void. With a surge of power, the battlefield fractured as they vanished, dragging their duels into the first layer of the void—an eerie realm where the world itself looked like an illusion. There, they existed in two places at once: still in the world, yet also hidden in the veil of the void.
Michael's breath hitched as the battlefield split apart.
