The chains glimmered ominously, their glow pulsating in rhythm, as the arena was consumed by an eerie silence. The only sounds breaking the oppressive atmosphere were Liana and Gloria's desperate efforts to reach Javier.
Suddenly, school guards rushed into the arena, weapons drawn and eyes scanning the area. "Secure the perimeter! Find the source of this magic!" their captain ordered, his voice cutting through the chaos.
The soldiers spread out in groups, cautiously advancing into the arena's shadows.
But before they could get far, thick dark vines erupted from the ground, twisting and coiling around the guards with unnatural speed. "What is this!?" one guard yelled, struggling against the vines as they tightened their grip.
"It's a trap—aarrgh!" another soldier screamed, his voice abruptly cut off.