She had rehearsed this sequence in her head countless times.
After securing the fifth statue, Rita turned and shot toward the intersection of their beams.
Flying at full speed, her body was nearly parallel to the ground.
In the stands, the audience rose to their feet without realizing it.
At this point, everyone understood what she was about to do, and how the so-called "god" was meant to be "found."
Even GodDraw77 couldn't help standing, only to be shoved aside by a pair of butterfly wings from behind.
"You're blocking us!"
Wail stood on her chair, arms folded, her serious expression keeping anyone from trying the same. That was the reputation thieves carried.
Across Kasilanar, in every corner where the broadcast was streaming, it was the same.
People held their breath, eyes fixed on the screen, as if even breathing might disturb the third-year racing toward the champion's throne.
