Atlas was already in position, where the air hung thick with heat, the kind that made you sweat just by standing still. Not that it mattered much anymore. Everyone here had long grown used to it, as though their bodies had run out of sweat to give.
He stood on the stage, lit by clusters of crystal lamps scattered around, while the residents of Gacha Haven sat spread out across the spacious grounds. It was a striking contrast to the cramped quarters of the main island.
With ten gold tickets in hand, Atlas grinned and tossed them into the air. "First ten pull!" he called out.
The tickets shot upward, spinning through the glowing air before colliding with the shimmering atmosphere of the island. One by one, they changed color.
Brown, brown, brown. Purple!
"Fire!" the crowd roared.
Atlas smiled as more tickets began to flicker, their hues shifting in the glow. The pull ended with just one purple.
