The wheel still hadn't stopped spinning.
Then after a moment— finally… finally…
The wheel slowed above them with one final series of heavy clicks, the sound dragging across the arena like a chains grinding against stone.
Tak.
Tak.
Tak.
Then—
It stopped.
Silence followed almost immediately, tension hanging thick in the air as everyone instinctively looked upward toward the result. Team One stared with lingering dread. Team Two looked half dead already. Even Team Three, despite their "lucky" assignment, watched cautiously now, like they understood luck could still turn around and bite.
But Team Four—
Still didn't look.
Seong's arm remained around Si Hon's waist.
Aeloria still clung stubbornly to his arm while pretending she absolutely wasn't. Oh my god this TSUNDERE.
Si Hon himself looked more focused on figuring out why this was his life now than on the massive wheel deciding whether they lived or died.
And behind them?
The fangirls were still silently combusting.
