Finger

A group of black-cloaked figures flew over the arena. It wasn’t just one or two, but a whole flock, moving like birds in the sky, each rider astride what appeared to be a flying broom.

A shadow loomed overhead, drawing the attention of everyone present.

Takeuchi and Dandi paused mid-battle, their eyes widening as the group of figures descended from the sky in unison, their dark garments billowing like storm clouds.

The atmosphere shifted dramatically, a sense of foreboding settling over the arena.

With an eerie chuckle, a voice boomed, echoing throughout the arena with a strange, mesmerizing quality that made every spectator listen intently. “We are the Fingers, and we come to deliver a message.”

Takeuchi looked up at the cloaked figures, exchanging a wary glance with Dandi, both realizing that the tournament had been interrupted by something far more serious than a simple display of magical prowess.