The start of the rivalry (2)

With Magnus scoring a point, the competition became fiercer.

Three pairs of hands started collecting the crystal cores on the ground. Each wanted to be faster than the other.

Dante looked at his sack, which was nearly full, and was satisfied. His eyes went to the two men, and the smile on his lips vanished.

He increased his pace, but as if the three of them were carved from the same mold, no one was getting an advantage.

Magnus also spared his self-proclaimed rivals a glance. He scoffed, seemingly not placing them in his eyes, though his actions betrayed the thoughts he wanted to portray. He took out a broom from his space and started sweeping his area. His decision turned out to be good, as the two people felt a sense of crisis.

Ryett also didn't want to be left out, but as someone who had no space or equipment, he could only rely on his two hands.

Magnus was getting the upper hand until someone called Dante's name.