She was trying to keep the audience entertained regardless of the cost, and she was succeeding in that.
As more viewers tuned in, the race devolved into an absolute shitshow... a chaotic hunting game where everyone became the prey and no limits applied!
'That fiendish b*tch... She is making it use signature moves, which we ordered it not to... fortunately, its spiritual aura was sealed by Sire Nocturn.'
Gamemaster Biscuits cursed inwardly at the sight of tens of Rifters speeding on the opposite side of the Tsunami; none dared to keep going in a straight line to reach the finish line.
She knew that the Sandscale Leviathan's strength was on a different stratosphere... if its spiritual aura wasn't sealed, a single glance was enough to pop everyone's souls instantly!
While everyone was fighting for their lives, Shadebite, Red Gale, and Glassfang were at the frontline... away from hell.
