The balls on him
As the Queen's signal flashed across the sky in a brilliant starburst, Luca and his team charged forward, their bodies taut with determination, disappearing into the maze. They moved with swift coordination, each person knowing their role, flanking Luca with a mix of fervor and pride. Behind them, the winding corridors began shifting, walls shifting and sliding, already reconfiguring to confound their route.
But Enel? Enel knelt calmly, settling cross-legged on the ground at the entrance to the maze, an expression of composure on his face. The crowd fell into a stunned silence. Some whispered, confused, wondering if he had resigned before even beginning.