As the coliseum buzzed with murmurs—some filled with excitement, others with unease—Seraphine raised a hand.
With just that simple gesture, the whispers faded.
"Everyone," she announced, her voice carrying effortlessly across the grand stadium, "calm yourselves."
The crowd obeyed, their eyes locking onto her.
She waited a beat before continuing, her signature smirk returning.
"I understand that what we just witnessed was… intense." She let her gaze sweep over the coliseum. "But the convention must go on."
A brief pause.
Then—
"We will now have a thirty-minute break before the final match-up of the group battles begins!"
"The final matchup?"
"But there are three teams left"
"Wait.... What if....?"
As soon as she said those words which sparked confusion discussion amongst the crowd, a massive screen materialized above the arena, displaying the three remaining groups.
Final Three-Way Group Battle: