Slazza got busy healing Belma, relying a little more on items after using so much essence to resurrect Hathal not too long ago.
"You've gotten stronger, Belma, but you're still too slow…" Hathal bowed his head ever so slightly before beginning the trek back to the seats above.
Sighing, Belma didn't refute Hathal's words. She accepted the honest remark and took it to heart while returning to her seat.
"EVERYONE! IT'S TIME! Time for the final match!"
Up in the seating area, Vant was still sleeping until Tilgron ran his tail along Vant's nose. Shaking profusely, Vant woke up and calmly checked his surroundings. "Hmm… I'm in the stands? I won, right?"
"You sure did!" Zelsh bellowed, slapping Vant on the back. "You went and did it… You went and killed a private candidate. I've got a quadrant finalist!"
"Then… Hathal is–"
