"Well, how do I put this? We really can't take much more..." Up in the commentary booth, Chapati stared at the pitiful Flare Corona below, reduced to a complete wreck—with a gaping hole torn through the spectator stands and a full quarter of the Arena's structure erased—and truly felt like crying. Although he wouldn't have to pay for the repairs himself, since the organizers would cover everything, just thinking about that enormous financial shortfall made his heart ache on their behalf.
No matter how rich the organizers were, this would surely bleed them dry, wouldn't it? And if they wanted to improve the defenses again while making repairs, who knew how long the work would take?!!
This wasn't like the hundred-odd "meteor craters" Angel had left behind! Those only needed filling in, followed by reinforcing the ground of the Arena. This time, a full quarter of the entire Arena had been completely erased—
Fortunately, though no one knew exactly why, there had unexpectedly been no casualties. That was probably the only thing they could feel even slightly grateful for, wasn't it? Even if it did feel rather like finding joy in misery...
Was this the most dangerous Grand Magic Games in history? Looking at the Arena's wretched state, everyone found that thought rising unbidden in their minds. Of course, this was also the most miserable time the organizers had ever had hosting the event...
"Ahem, well, I'm sure everyone can see what has happened to the Flare Corona Arena. Unfortunately, we'll have to carry out repairs again. Two incidents of destruction in a single day, both requiring major repairs—this is a first in the history of the Grand Magic Games! Ha, hahaha..." The Pumpkin Man serving as referee popped out from somewhere and said with a strained laugh, "Please bear