The heavy silence between the two armies dragged on long after the mysterious Light Warrior left the arena, her steps vanishing like a ghost fading into mist. Unsurprisingly, the Dusken Throne's camp was the most shaken, but even her own allies stood frozen, too stunned to properly savor the victory, their cheers dying before they even reached their lips.
Seriously, what the hell was that obscene power?! Both fighters had been at the peak of what a Corebearer could possibly achieve, yet their actual combat prowess was worlds apart—as if one had been wielding lightning and the other, a blunt stick.
Mani was by far the most pissed off about the whole mess. He'd already made peace with the idea of screwing up on this cursed day, but he hadn't expected to lose in such a... pathetic way.
