The ground shifted slightly beneath their feet.
A soft tremor barely enough to make someone stumble, but enough to remind them this was no normal ring ran through the ground.
Layers of mana pulsed from the glowing runes surrounding them, pulsing like it was alive.
A flat voice echoed overhead.
"Begin."
At first, nothing happened, but then the ring shimmered, and then the chaos began.
From the edges of the arena, tall stone pillars erupted upward, forming unpredictable patterns.
The terrain had changed, turning what was once a smooth field into a jagged, layered maze.
"Of course," Logan muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing.
"Dynamic terrain." He sharply deduced.
Orion grinned, drawing a thin metal rod from his belt. It glinted in the light.
"Good. I was getting bored."
Vera had already knelt at the back, carving a rune circle with precise finger motions into the ground.
The ink she used was a silvery liquid contained in a small vial that she had with her.
