The air was thick with magical pressure, so stifling it was difficult to breathe, let alone move. I glanced at Lise and Zaya, both of them tense but alert, their focus sharpened by the intensity around us.
My own magic simmered beneath the surface, coiling like a spring ready to snap. The crowd was thinning fast, spells ricocheting wildly, adding to the haze of dust and light as the battlefield shrunk with every passing moment.
And then, out of nowhere, an enormous wave appeared on the far side of the circle. Towering above us, it curled and roared with deadly intent, like an unleashed tsunami with no regard for the chaos it would leave behind.
As it loomed higher and higher, my gaze followed its peak until I spotted Sapphire at its base, hands raised, her eyes narrowed with calculated precision.