"Since we have a lot of teams, we'll need to thin the numbers. Your first task as a group will be to survive. Do not worry—despite the infamy we have as the Black Tower Academy for being far more… realistic in our approach to danger, there will be no deaths. In the case of mortal danger, a teacher will intervene to save the student," Olim announced, his voice echoing through the Colosseum. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, lingering for a moment on Ludwig and Kaela before moving on.
He clapped his hands, and the ground beneath them began to shift. The arena trembled as the terrain transformed, the stone floor giving way to patches of grass, sand, and rocky outcrops. A massive, translucent bubble-like structure manifested around the arena, enclosing it in a swirling fog that obscured the outside world. The air grew thick with anticipation, and the faint hum of magic buzzed in Ludwig's ears.