Crack!
Finally, a person not far beside me killed the last beast.
This time, nobody held the beats. Even the man with claws is quite injured.
He was barely able to finish the fight. There is no way, he would try to hold down the beast. Aside from him, there are very few people who had constructs to do it.
I looked at people. A few seemed fine, while scratched at bloody.
A total of six people died and thirty-two were on the field, while the rest have given up and appeared in stands. Some have energies covering them, likely healing the injuries.
In less than an hour, only a third has remained.
These hundred people were powerful and skillful, but this challenge showed them how much they were lacking compared to others.
A minute had passed, and I expected the gates to open. Everybody had expected it, but they didn't.
Another minute passed and then another, but nothing had come. If I think, I understand what is happening.
