The arena's spiral gate closed with a hiss, sealing ElderGlow's Year Five team inside the Maze of Wills.
From the crowd's perspective, all was quiet—just floating magic circles measuring their vitals, no real show, no magical projections. The average spectator had no idea what was happening beneath the Colosseum floor.
But the Deans, Professors, and certain senior alumni watched more than the rest. Not the battlefield… but the metrics.
Leana stood at the very edge of the upper platform, arms crossed, eyes focused not on the crowd or the Colosseum, but on one particular name:
Elias Verdan.
His readout was too calm.
The other three ElderGlow circles were shifting like storm-tossed ships. Their vital signs dipped erratically. Emotional instability spiked in sudden bursts. One student—Cael—had dropped drastically in stability in just three minutes.
His circle was a darker shade of yellow compared to the others.
But Elias?
Flatline calm.
