Chapter 147: Mid-term — Final Countdown Start
The day after the semifinals was unnervingly quiet.
The Grand Colosseum, yesterday a roaring beast of sound and fury, stood silent under the overcast sky, its massive gates sealed until the final match tomorrow.
The fever pitch of the tournament hadn't broken, but it had shifted, settling into a low, simmering tension that permeated the entire Academy. Classes were technically suspended, allowing the finalists and indeed, the entire student body – a day to process, recover, and prepare for the concluding spectacle.
For me, the silence was both a blessing and a curse.
My body, pushed to its absolute limit during the clash with Leon, craved rest.
The mental exhaustion from wielding Space affinity, even for that brief, decisive phase-step, lingered like a deep bruise behind my eyes.
