Just as she expected, less than half a minute after the game announcement, a dragon's roar split the sky. A mosasaur vast enough to blot out a quarter of the heavens appeared above. Its head was draconic, its body like an enormous crocodile. Frost fell in its wake, and wherever it hovered, whirlpools tore open the sea below.
At the same time, a notification flickered before Rita's eyes.
\[Your most important being—Lightchaser—has agreed to participate in this game. In five minutes, the mosasaur will enter the sea. Prepare yourself.]
That same notice appeared on Moonlight Marsh Rita's screen, to the right.
The blood elf sucked in a sharp breath. She forgot to keep up her usual act, snapping her head toward the pink-haired dwarf. "That's her Soulfire! Can you guarantee she'll win?"
The dwarf was small, curled in her oversized spectator's seat, tinier than many races' children. But one glance into her eyes and you knew—nothing could ever sway her once she had chosen.
