"Hm? The timer paused." Niflheim noted as the time displayed for the challenge stopped at nine minutes and thirty seconds. The golden bronze training puppets also stood motionless after exiting the north gate.
"So? How was it? Did you enjoy yourselves? You'll have to forgive my brother; he's a bit shy and not very good with words. Though if you've made it this far, you can color me impressed. But, don't think it's over just yet. You still have to survive against our golden puppets." Resseki's voice echoed.
'Is it changing again? No—it's reverting to its previous state.'
As Resseki spoke, Izroth witnessed the battlefield began to return to its initial state. The liquid and grass patches slowly sunk into the earth before altogether vanishing.