The noise from the viewing platform died down.
Nearly five hundred apprentices, both junior and Advanced Apprentices, fell silent. Their gazes were fixed on the destroyed tower top, searching carefully.
The smoke and dust had yet to disperse, and the residual heat from the explosion made the air shimmer.
In their view, no Mechanical Body could have survived such a saturation attack.
But the screen for Number 27, which had not turned gray, declared a fact that contradicted reality.
"What's going on? Is it a mistake?" one apprentice murmured, a blank look on his face.
"Was the tracking Witchcraft interfered with? Maybe the Mechanical Body was actually destroyed, but the signal is delayed?" another countered, though his tone was filled with uncertainty.
"Impossible! The Black Tower's competitions have never had this kind of glitch!"
In the professors' section, several professors from the alchemy school also sat up straight.
