Six events. Six columns. Names stacked in elimination-style trees that branched across the massive display board like the roots of some ancient, predatory plant.
Reyna's emerald eyes moved with the precision of a hawk scanning a hunting ground. She tracked through the columns methodically, filtering out the noise of hundreds of other prospects until she found what she was looking for. Her name. His name. The places where their paths would cross again.
Event Two, Obstacle Course: Cabana, R. vs. Nakano, S. Same heat. Same starting line, same finish, same battlefield of artificial terrain and deliberately engineered chaos.
Event Four, One-on-One Duel: Cabana, R. vs. Nakano, S. Direct bracket match. No obstacles. No gimmicks. Just her, him, and a circle drawn in the dirt.
Event Six, Mystery Event: All finalists. Details TBA. The only slot without specifics, which meant it was designed to be spectacular, unpredictable, or both.
