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The arena moved again— not with violence this time, but with urgency. Camila's command still echoed over the field like a lingering storm.
"Take your stance students… choose your partner."
And just like that, the chaos restarted.
Students scattered in every direction, not with panic, No— but with tension. Some rushed to people they trusted. Others scrambled like desperate shoppers trying to grab the last item on a shelf. Whispers collided in the air, the dusty wind of Euphoria carrying every nervous heartbeat.
Soda cracked her knuckles, scanning the crowd. With no hesitation— she marched straight toward Bryan.
