"...Now then, let us see who among you has the soul of a true chef, and who has been hiding behind their power all along." Faris spread his arms wide as he finished his explanation. "Let the final round begin!"
The applause echoed from the speakers, and fireworks burst to life above the arena, coloring the sky in flashes of gold and crimson.
Lucent immediately moved toward his station, his hands already reaching for the ingredients with an eagerness that felt out of place. Meanwhile, Soren, Damir, and Nuelia exchanged uneasy glances, still processing what just happened.
"Hey!"
'...Let's play along.' Soren sent them a telepathic message, and they both flinched and looked at him, surprised. 'I know you're confused, but keep your expressions in check. Act natural, and don't let them notice it.'
He added out loud with a smile. "Good luck."
