[Arena.]
The systemic hum of the Galaxy Fall Arena reached a fever pitch, the audience eagerly awaiting the climax of the brutal drafting phase.
"Okay Everyone! The last team in the fourth round!" Davy voice sounded, magically amplified across the coliseum, as the massive central screen lit up.
The digital roster flickered, finalizing the ultimate mismatch. It displayed Mirabella's name in glowing gold, followed immediately by the names of nine Sword Academy students. The contrast was physically palpable.
"The last team, please step forward." Davy said, moving his sharp gaze on the drafted students.
