"The final has reached its peak! With only a few points separating our top three contestants, everything now rests in the hands of our lucky judges! And guess what? They're finally here!"
At Faris's announcement, two people - a red-haired woman in her early thirties and an obese man with coily hair entered the arena, led by staff. They waved enthusiastically at the cameras.
'...' Soren quickly scanned the newcomers. '...I was right, huh.'
He then glanced at Lucent, shaking his head.
'Guys... Get ready to run away. Leave the arena as fast as you can. Blink and rub your eye if you heard me, or smile.'
Nuelia and Damir froze, but quickly did as he said to show they understood.
'...Lady Nuelia, please knock Damir out as soon as 'it' starts. He's already been taken over once earlier. So...' He trailed off, knowing Nuelia would understand the rest without him needing to spell it out.
'...It's time.' Soren spoke as he stood up from his seat. 'Wait for my signal.'
'...'
