Facing Helion

After Saturday's match, the three of them decided to grab a bite at the cafeteria.

Thierry, who was usually the life of the party, seemed a little worn out. Like Lyra, he'd faced a tough opponent, and to make things worse, the organizers had tampered with his stats, lowering his attack power just enough to mess with him.

"Our next team match is against Helion's squad. God knows what kind of stunts the organizers will pull this time," Thierry muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had hoped to rely on pure skill, but it seemed like the competition was turning into a rigged game, all because he was standing in the way of someone's profits.

Zinnia was just as frustrated, her face buried in her hands. For her, anything that couldn't be fixed with a good punch was just a pain.

"There's actually a simple solution," Lyra said, pausing with her fork in mid-air, her eyes locked on Thierry. "You've got a powerful ally who's more than willing to help."