"They barred our entire team from entering the gate using emergency administrative decree forty-four," Kendra said, leaning against the observation box railing with a dark scowl.
"Malrec wants twenty billion broadcast viewers to believe his pampered noble prodigies cleared an S-Rank dungeon alone," Jax muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Let the Directorate have their broadcast spectacle," Nox said calmly, watching the giant crystal projection screens floating above the colosseum center.
"Look at the equipment dossier on those five students," Vasa remarked, swiping through the glowing holographic profiles on her console.
"Five hundred million gold worth of supreme artifacts and divine auto-cast matrices," Yeda read from the screen, letting out a soft, mocking laugh.
"Lord Cassian in the front rank is wearing a celestial platinum breastplate with automated damage reflection," Ava noted, pointing toward the lead swordsman on the screen.
