The clouds floated at eye level across the entire coliseum.
Every sponsor, every family seat, every observer with a paid position in the upper rows had one drifting in front of their face, a personal window into whatever triad they'd chosen to watch. Most of them were watching Class A. A few watched Class B. The ones who'd been doing this long enough watched everything at once and kept their faces neutral.
The noise of the coliseum was a specific kind of loud. Not cheering. More like a trading floor. Voices overlapping, people leaning across seats, pointing at their clouds, pulling the attention of whoever was next to them.
"Almonth just took down his third triad." A man in the sponsor section lowered his drink. "Class C. Three of them. He didn't even redirect. Just walked through."
"I saw." The woman beside him didn't look away from her cloud. "Calver handled the third one before Xavier reached him. They're a clean unit."
