As the third team of the day concluded their battle, the fourth team stepped into the coliseum. Their figures stood firm, clinging to the very arena itself, poised for the next clash.
Meanwhile, Northern and his teammates rose from their seats, making their way toward the underground backstage to prepare for their entry.
This meant they couldn't watch the current fight unfolding above.
Yet, the intensity of the battle was undeniable.
Tremors pulsed beneath Northern's feet, faint but unmistakable—likely a fierce exchange of elemental talents, shaking the very foundation of the coliseum.
But his mind wasn't on the fight.
His thoughts spun in endless loops as they navigated the underground halls.
The strange student's piercing gaze, his knowing smile—what did it mean?
"Our paths shall cross soon."
That's what it felt like. A silent promise, or maybe… a warning.