Following the elimination of Velion and the three opposing representatives, the devastated arena gradually returned to its original appearance.
WOOOOOM!
The enormous cracks disappeared, the shattered ground repaired itself, and the remaining traces of divine energy vanished.
Meanwhile, four golden lights appeared above the observation platforms, transporting the eliminated representatives away from the battlefield.
Garion crossed his arms and grinned proudly. "HAHAHA! That bastard Velion really did a good job! Taking down nine gods before getting eliminated!"
Atlas nodded, although his expression remained serious.
[Yeah, but don't get too excited! Those three candidates still have seven representatives each!]
Garion waved dismissively. "Hehehe! So what? We've still got nine people left!"
Rachel smiled gently. "Velion certainly gave us an excellent start, darling. But I wonder how the others will perform."
Before Garion could respond, a golden notification suddenly appeared.
