Cassian frowned. They had just witnessed everyone sent into the arena being consumed and wiped out by a horrible creature, its dark form covering everything, its aura pressing against the very limits of the world.
Before that, they had actually witnessed the presence of god.
They had only a few minutes to react to all of this before they were returned, spat out in the very place they had been consumed. The giant nightmare dissolved into motes of light.
His hands shook slightly as he scanned the crowd of participants, now no more than half the number the war games had started with.
He let out a small sigh of relief when he spotted his daughter and nephew still alive.
More importantly, he could feel it.
Their auras.
Every single one of them had reached it.
"The Fourth Class advancement," someone muttered, voicing what he was thinking.
Emperor Kronos stepped forward, his face carefully hiding the anguish of losing his son.
"Abellona."
