The familiar sensation of magical transportation pulled at Ren's consciousness as the arena began to dissolve around them.
Reality twisted and reformed as they were drawn back through dimensional barriers, the aquatic battlefield fading into streams of light and energy.
When the world solidified again, they stood on the central platform where the trial had begun, surrounded by the massive dome structure that housed all ten arenas.
The magical parchments displaying their victory floated overhead in golden letters that seemed to burn with inner fire.
Ren's team had won decisively—one hundred neat points to their nearest competitor's seventy-eight.
The moment their feet touched solid ground and they adapted to the loss of their role enhancements, Ren found himself surrounded by his teammates, all of whom were beaming with expressions of triumph mixed with something approaching awe.
