A fiery glow in shades of red illuminated the skies as the wind howled ferociously against the walls of the Arena.
The Audience were kept safe from the force with the aide of the dome and the 12 great families and the imperial family had their own way of protecting themselves from the might.
A pale expression exuded from most of the Family Matriarchs while some looked ahead in bewilderment.
"It seems the families have grown" Michaelo muttered under his breath while a dome of Aura protected them from the blast.
"...it's expected. Each generation raises one or two geniuses". Raph replied. Their gazes fixed on Darell.
"hm…..you have a point". The blue haired man retorted as he sighed, folding his hands. "what more do the families have to show now".
The Ranking Battles was a farce that the matriarchs of each family had played over the years.
