Winner?
Everything went white for the people, like a flashbang had gone off.
The emperors prepared to escape. What Arthur had done wasn't something they could take lightly—there were countless legends of gods being petty enough to take actions like this personally, often retaliating against mortals they disliked.
But then everyone opened their eyes and noticed... nothing had happened. They were all in the same place, unchanged. The clouds dissipated, and everything seemed normal.
"What... happened?" Asclepius asked, scanning the area. His eyes turned a shade of purple as he searched for any traces of divine power, but he felt nothing. It was as if this was just a warning from the gods.
"Alright, everyone! Let's continue..." the announcer called out.
People shrugged, and the competition resumed. Adriande was still confused, but she smiled—now it seemed she had a good chance of winning this battle.
