Grace turned toward the left side of the battlefield, where Irene stood engulfed in white flames while Elara and Mira pressed forward despite clear exhaustion.
Her teeth ground together.
She wanted to help, but her attention was split in too many directions.
Class S had arrived first. They had prepared the area. They had positioned themselves perfectly around the statue, giving them every possible advantage.
By all logic, they should have won already.
But nothing had gone right.
The rune planted on the statue.
Iris strained by backlash she should never have faced, slowing the process.
Class B fighting harder than expected – far harder than Elara's inexperience should allow.
Luca pinned on the western side, unable to break free without exposing himself.
Freya's loyalty uncertain, her movements just slightly off enough to raise questions Grace couldn't afford to investigate right now.
Aura nowhere to be seen when Class S needed every advantage.
