The healers rushed into the third column, swiftly lifting the screaming attackers who clutched their bleeding legs, the game continued undisturbed.
Riven violet eyes still burned with fury.
His gaze drifted to Aslan, who only gave him a nonchalant shrug, as if to say, "What else could we do?"
The whistle blew again.
"TIME UP — WINNER: VEYLOR CLUB!"
A cheer erupted from their team's side of the stands.
Riven exhaled, shaking his head to calm the storm inside. The fury ebbed slowly, like the tide pulling back from the shore. He turned and stepped out of the arena.
Lyra stood at the base of the platform, waiting. When she saw him, she smiled—gently, warmly.
And just like that, Riven's world brightened.
But before he could speak, it appeared.
[DING]
A familiar, irritating blue screen flashed before his eyes.
[MAIN MISSION PROGRESS: 1.5%]
[REWARD: THUNDER GOD – A MYTHICAL GOD, IMMORTAL; LIVED FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS. ERASED FROM EXISTENCE A FEW DAYS AGO.]
