"The fifth match, huh."
Many in the audience felt the tides of this confrontation were constantly shifting. Originally believing that Edith Academy had no chance of resistance, they were surprised to see them hold their own up to this point, not falling behind.
The Autonomous Unit circled high in the sky, its searchlights rotating, illuminating the bridge surface and the river water. The ice pillar stage standing in the middle of the broken bridge was now covered with marks of past battles: indentations from melting, grooves from sword slashes, and shallow pits created from impacts.
"Who's up this time?" the onlookers whispered and speculated among themselves while the competitors on the high bridge had already made their decision.
"Ah, me?" A girl who had been singled out opened her mouth in surprise.
