The Storm Is Brewing

With a loud depressurizing hiss and a soft thunk, Gabby and Melody exited their VR Capsules and stood in line with the rest of MyrkLys. Standing beside her capsule, Gabby confirmed her suspicions and saw the terrified expressions painted on Romeoville's faces, causing a slight smile not too unlike Cynrik's to creep onto her lips. 

"COUGH, uh, Team Captains, to the center of the room." The head referee cleared his throat loudly and ushered Cynrik and Derrek to the same position they had taken after every Event. Contrary to his previous actions, instead of rushing forward as he had the last two events, Derrek froze like a deer in headlights. 

"Come along, buddy; I won't bite." However, Cynrik was as quick as ever, suddenly appearing beside the Referee before spitting out a snide taunt, causing Derrek to flinch as his adam's apple moved due to the deep gulp of saliva he forced down.