The big cloud of grey dust hung heavy over the center of the ring, refusing to settle. Thousands of eyes strained from the stands, the silence so deep you could hear your own heartbeat.
Up in the commentary box, the speakers crackled.
Cynthia gripped the rail, her long purple hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned forward. She did not speak right away. Her jaw was slightly open as she stared down into the thick dust.
"Is... is it over?" Cynthia's voice finally broke through, dropping her usual excited tone for something raw and breathless. "The clock has hit zero! The sixty seconds are up! But who—"
Suddenly, a strong wave of pressure burst from the center of the ring, blowing the dust back in a wide circle.
Standing right in the middle of the clearing was Professor Morgana.
