At that mont, the War God Mage Team’s score was already close to crossing into the 300 range, they were incredibly close to victory and everyone knew it, but just then, a powerful surge of aura erupted from the Bloodline Academy’s side as their mages took to the skies, flying straight toward the central rune.
This ti, their intent was clear.
They weren’t just trying to reclaim the central point, they were also going to do it while ensuring that none of the War God Mage Team mbers slipped away again, like Pale and Endrick had done.
The mont they arrived, they saw that the War God team was already waiting for them around the central rune position.
“You really played us earlier... but that won’t be happening again,” Damien said, his eyes locked onto Alec, who stood calmly at the center of the rune, the rest of Alec’s team had already taken strategic positions around the battlefield.
Endrick stood atop the roof of a damaged building, while Lucas remained on the lower ground beneath the floating central platform, Pale balanced himself on a stone pillar nearby, while Brandon stood not too far away, seemingly relaxed, yet strangely unreadable.
Damien’s gaze instinctively shifted toward Brandon.
He couldn’t hide the unease creeping into his thoughts, after experiencing firsthand how effective the quicksand trap had been, he had no intention of getting caught in sothing like that again.
Still, the fact that they had arrived a few seconds late gnawed at him, as he believed in that brief window of ti, Brandon could have already prepared another trap.
“Well, you’ll have to fight us to find out if that’s true,” Alec replied calmly to Damien’s earlier statent, then he pointed upward toward the projection array floating above them, displaying the current score.
“And by the way... playti is over. From this mont forward, you have to go all out or stand the chance of losing.”
It was almost as if Alec was rubbing the fact his team only needed a few more minutes to secure victory in their faces, and instead of intimidating them, Alec’s words—Especially that gesture, only seed to provoke the Bloodline team further.
The tension snapped then snapped, in the very next mont, a massive cheering erupted, as they awaited the fierce part of the battle which would take them to a frenzy , they could already picture it unfolding.
“Every single mber, no more holding back. Transform. We shouldn’t lose again this ti, if we do, we won’t have any excuses this ti,” Dragov said, as his body was already beginning to change.
[> Bloodline Transformation – Stage 2
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