L Lawliet's gun was trained on Libert, his eyes locked on the pedestal. "Don't move, Libert. The game is over."
Libert sneered. "You'll never take me alive, Lawliet. And even if you do, the scroll will be ashes."
With a flick of his wrist, Libert ignited the ring of fire, surrounding the pedestal in flames. Lawliet knew he had to act fast.
Without hesitation, he sprinted towards the pedestal, the heat from the flames intense. He could feel the scroll's parchment cracking, the flames licking at its edges.
In a daring move, Lawliet leapt through the flames, his suit singeing. He snatched the scroll and rolled away, extinguishing the flames.
As he stood up, scroll in hand, he saw Libert making a break for it. "Not so fast, Libert," Lawliet said, his gun trained on the thief.
The game was finally over. Lawliet had won.