The countdown reached zero, and more tiles dropped.
The silence that followed lasted exactly one second before the fiery numbers blazed back to life above them.
More tiles began to flash, and in the eyes of everyone, it seemed as if there would not be enough tiles to hold them all.
And in that moment, skills began activating all around the carriage.
Barriers snapped into existence, with bursts of speed carrying people across the shrinking floor.
There was one particular player who generated a shockwave that cleared three tiles around them at the cost of sending two other players stumbling.
The orderly repositioning of the previous rounds collapsed into something less civilized.
Lukas looked down to see that his tile was still glowing.
He looked up to find Trent looking back at him from a flashing tile, the man's expression carrying the particular brightness of someone who found their own bad luck genuinely funny.
