Each of the floating islands had people gathered on them, but the front row—closest to the thick white mist—was lined with ornate thrones. It was clear at a glance that anyone sitting on those thrones wasn't your average bystander.

Behind the thrones, more spectators hovered midair, suspended in the sky as if gravity didn't apply to them. However, every single person had their eyes locked on the white mist ahead.

On one of the islands, a pair of twins sat side by side on their thrones, engaged in quiet conversation. The younger twin, Diego Sweeney, leaned toward his brother and asked, "Galileo, have you made up your mind on your bet? The finals are about to kick off."

Galileo Sweeney replied calmly, "Chelsea's odds are way too low. There's no point betting on her—I want to go big."

"Fair. No one expected Star Alliance to shake things up by bringing in the Towers. With that kind of data, it's pretty obvious Chelsea will win. But if that's how you feel, who are you putting your mone