(Purple Team – Spawn Point)
"—And your ten minutes are up, boys!" the presenter's voice boomed through the speakers scattered across the field. The echo bounced off metal rails and concrete barriers. "Time for the leaders to reveal themselves. Tap your wrist watch now!"
A thin electronic chime rang almost simultaneously across the spawn points, a synchronized reminder that the decision window had closed.
Within the purple zone, the atmosphere tightened.
Timothy and Ryven stood a few meters apart, engines of their bikes idling softly beside them like restrained beasts. Neither moved. Neither blinked. Their gazes locked in a silent standoff that made the surrounding team members shift uncomfortably in their seats. No one dared speak. Even the wind felt hesitant to pass between them.
'Who's it going to be?'
'Did Timothy already press it?'
'Is Ryven bluffing?'
'Damn its so intense'
The murmurs stayed trapped behind closed visors.
