A large gem pillar half the size of the stadium fiercely crashed into the stadium grounds out of nowhere, its impact enough to rip apart the green land.
'Why did they even plant the lawn if they're just going to destroy it?' Damien wondered, scanning the pillar.
It was oval and clear—see-through even, placed at the center of a strangely shaped podium with smaller pillars the same size as Damien—two on each side—forming a semi-circle with it in the middle. Their colors were a mix, and the boy was getting bored of seeing them now.
'Green, red, blue, and yellow again? What is this, a house selection process?' He wondered, making his way to where the rest of the qualified students were now standing.
