The brilliance of the Purge Spell slowly dissipated, and the Aurora Square returned to its original silence. The freak that had released sixty Pyroblasts in a row returned to the resting area in a flash of light. They did not even wait for the judges to announce the victor, because even a blind person could tell who had won this match. Gryffindor was lying motionless on the floor. His heartbeat and breathing were normal. He would occasionally let out painful moans and groans from his throat, but it gave people a feeling that he was dead…
This sort of feeling was really weird. He was alive, yet it made people feel like he was a corpse. Yet, after thinking about it carefully, the mages in the spectator seats were suddenly enlightened…
Indeed, this was all because of mental strength.
