You’re a Bad Father!

As the tension thickened and the various groups locked eyes, each assessing their opponent's strength, a palpable surge of natural energy coalesced at the center of the grassy plain. The air crackled with anticipation.

In an instant, a sudden swoosh sliced through the atmosphere, conjuring a miniature whirlpool that compelled the contestants to retreat from their positions. The meadow's leaves whirled madly, slashing through the air, revealing the earth beneath.

Shielding their eyes from the onslaught of airborne foliage, the contestants squinted, straining to decipher the source of the disturbance.

"Whoa, did someone just cast a spell?" one of them exclaimed, astonishment etched across their face.

"Has someone already made their move?" questioned another, their eyes darting from one group to another.