Baton

Around an hour had passed; there was only a little change in the red team. Those people weren't able to touch anyone. Jayden and Giure stood without worrying, while Azrael still lay there, whether it be because of pain or shame.

Even the guardians had started to feel a little bored while watching this uneventful chase. Twenty more minutes had passed, and only forty minutes remained, yet there was no change.

The thirteen people in the red team were the weakest, of course, aside from Azrael, so no matter how much they tried, they couldn't do anything.

When half an hour was left, a voice rang in the minds of all the participants except Jayden and Giure; it was clear that this message was directly from the guardians:

"Anyone who manages to bring Jayden, the man standing beside Azrael in black, the one who ripped his wings away, to the red team would instantly win.