[Third update! Still owe six chapters. This clumsy-fingered writer wonders if I can ask for a monthly vote?]
The platform was crowded with people. Everyone drew a numbered token. Only after Anliena and the others had all drawn theirs did Merlin step forward and casually take a token from the Gray-Robed Mage.
After returning below the platform, Anliena could not help asking, "Great Mage Merlin, what number did you draw?"
"Sixteen."
Merlin raised the token in his hand, revealing the number on it.
Anliena nodded to herself. "Mine is twenty-six. I wonder who I'll face."
After waiting for roughly half an hour, the Gray-Robed Mages on the platform had recorded the tokens of every spellcaster participating in the exchange meet. Only then did the matches begin, with four arenas proceeding simultaneously.
"First match: Great Mage Gela versus Great Mage Berent!"
As the Gray-Robed Mage announced the names, two spellcasters immediately stepped up from the crowd below. Once they were in position, the Gray-Robed Mage withdrew from the platform.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz."
Mysterious runes around the platform began flashing, forming an enormous protective barrier that enveloped the entire platform. These Rune Formations were meant to protect the crowd below from the impact of Spells. The barrier formed by these mysterious Rune Formations could withstand attacks from Fourth-Level Spells.
Thus, once the Rune Formation was activated, there was no need to worry that the two contestants would affect the crowd below.
"Gela!"
"Berent!"
The two exchanged names, observing the most basic courtesy. Then Great Mage Gela sprang forward like a ghost, rushing before Berent in the blink of an eye.
"Wind Blade!"
Without hesitation, Gela unleashed a wind-element attack Spell. Instantly, hundreds upon thousands of sharp Wind Blades filled the air, sweeping toward Berent from all directions.
Faced with the overwhelming Wind