Finals, Final Round

The amphitheater was strangely quiet before the final round.

The scoreboard floating in the air showed Ethan at 58 points, Bas and Henna at 57, and Marco at 54.

Marco was at a disadvantage, but the final round was worth 20 points.

There was still enough room to turn things around.

Someone could lose all the points they had accumulated so far at the very end, while someone who had been trailing could overtake everyone with a single dish.

It was a brutal scoring system, fitting for a final.

Of course, I was the one who had made it that way.

I stepped out in front of the central stage.

Lucien instinctively took a step back, and all the Magic Tower’s crystal orbs turned toward me.

I’d seen their fundamentals and how they handled unfamiliar ingredients...