Ten minutes passed, and the battles across the arena intensified.
The weakest competitors had long since fallen. Pillars stood without their respective evolvers across the grid, each one signalling another elimination, another Evolver whose defences hadn't held against the predators around them.
The strong preyed on the weak. The weak fell to the strong. This was the expectation. This was the reality.
The stage mirrored the world they all lived in. Surrounded by clusters of mid-tier fighters scrambling to land hits on each other. Surrounded by weaker ones being quietly dealt with one by one.
Survival belonged to those who had earned it.
After his dominant display of power, Moon had become one of the few competitors whose pillar wasn't being targeted anymore.
The neighbors he had indirectly threatened with his earlier eliminations had decided he wasn't worth the risk.
The Four-Star earth mage had honored the unspoken treaty.
