The elder's final announcement drifted across the Grand Competition Grounds like a cooling breeze after relentless heat.
"Two hours' rest. The Top Ten Competition will begin thereafter."
The roar of the crowd slowly unraveled into scattered murmurs as the tension over the arena eased. The sun, now leaning toward the horizon, cast long orange streaks across the shattered stone stages, softening the scars of battle beneath warm light.
But for the participants, rest did not equal peace.
On the northern side of the grounds, the Walker Clan sat gathered beneath their towering emerald flag. There was no tension among them—only confidence so thick it almost felt arrogant.
Harvey Walker stretched his arms behind his head, grinning widely. "Two hours? Hah. We could start right now and still sweep the competition."
Aaden Walker smirked, polishing the edge of his gauntlet. "Top Ten or not, everyone knows the final winner will be one of us."
