The arena had transformed once again. Some people were certainly beginning to think the arena was a sentient being with the number of times it had changed.
The last light of the day sank behind the mountain ridges far in the distance, casting long shadows over the curved stone stands. Massive magic circles lit up around the perimeter of the Colosseum, humming with energy, forming a glowing lattice high above the main stage.
In the center, a floating obelisk rotated slowly — a pillar of black crystal, veined with gold. Magic runes etched themselves into its surface, forming symbols no spectator could read, but every student instantly understood.
A challenge was being drawn.
The final trial was here.
And it would be duels. Just as the lot of them had anticipated.
The students from all four schools stood in a wide formation before the crystal platform.
Sixteen in total. Four from ElderGlow, four from Thornevale, four from Crowgarth, and the final four from Wyrmere.
