With a casual wave of Jeren's hand, white light engulfed the survivors of the first three rounds.
Seth, Ryan, Layla, Greg, and the others who'd fought through hell—all of them disappeared simultaneously, teleported away in an instant. No warning. No ceremony. Just gone, as if they'd never been there at all.
Akhil's jaw tightened slightly. 'Where did they go?' The question flickered through his mind. 'Back to their original locations in the settlement? Or somewhere else entirely? Another holding area? A recovery zone?'
He didn't know. Couldn't know. And worrying about it now was pointless when his own survival demanded every scrap of attention.
Jeren's bright eyes swept across the remaining fighters—Akhil's group and Thorin's group, along with the scattered few who'd survived their first brutal introduction to the tournament.
"Alright!" The Titan's voice rang with renewed enthusiasm. "Let's see what our newbies have got!"
