Jasper caught it midair, inspecting it briefly.
Then, holding it tight in his palm, he looked at everyone present and declared:
"I'll keep the Principal busy. You... cause as much chaos as you can. Wait for my signal."
Without another word, he turned and walked away, the orb vanishing into his robe.
A few minutes later, he returned to the VIP booth.
He sat behind the Principal once more, wearing the same calm expression as before.
Like nothing unusual had happened at all.
Back in the battle arena—
Riven stumbled onto the eighth column, the platform shifting violently beneath him.
His violet eyes locked with a pair of golden ones.
Rina.
She stood like a lioness ready to pounce, her piercing gaze fixed on him.
A cold shiver crept down Riven's spine.
Then the sound echoed across the stadium:
"5 minutes remaining!"
Rina's lips curved into a dangerous smile—
—but then, she slipped.
She fell awkwardly on the platform, arms scrambling for balance.
