The whole Arena is resonating with the beauty of silence. Everyone can hear the sound of their heart pounding fast and racing within their chest. They all are concerned about Faust, while the old minister and Garuda are celebrating.
"If only he possesses an ounce of Spiritual power! The outcome of this matchup could be different." Thorik utters his pities for Faust in his words, he can in a way relate to Faust since he himself was ridiculed in the past for having less Spiritual power.
"Even if he possess spiritual power! You cannot foresee the fact that he is up against a general class!" Carlos adds his sympathies.
Faust is on the ground, laying on his face. The referee paces inside the arena towards Faust, to confirm if he is still conscious.