He currently checked his navigator, and after the thirty-minute mark, the latest ranking was released for them to see. The first, second, and third rank had 'Divine Centurion,' 'Sanguine Heralds,' and 'Windvale Slayers' positions set in stone.
Seeing as they were third, he ought to stretch his neck with a series of cracks as he rolled his shoulders.
This wasn't what he expected as he wanted to win this round.
He tried to launch blades of wind. To his surprise, such fierce attacks dissipated into whispers of the wind.
'Did he find a way to reverse it quickly? I know that he is still—' He then stopped when Anasthasia crossed his mind.
Elliot gnashed his teeth when he knew the possibility. He bolted towards him with a strike, but Ind blocked with a shield.
His spear thrusts and flurry of kicks kept Ind in a defensive position.
