The cloud of dust subsided, and the gleaming golden light of the heavens above pierced down upon the face of the victor who, almost out of instinct, lifted his head to block his keen ocean blue eyes.
His golden hair that was tied behind his head was now dishevelled, lacking the elegance it once had, his clothes were in similar condition, burn marks clearly visible and slight cracks upon his weapon.
The crowd sat unmoving as that man removed his hand from his face that now fully embraced the light… It was a blank canvas, yet most people saw it as confidence, indifference, or even disappointment as he gazed down towards his unconscious foe.
"It's… IT'S OVER!! Ahhh… My heart… I don't think I could have taken any longer… I can't believe it was only a preliminary match… But now it's all over… After a hard-fought battle the likes we've never before seen, we finally have ourselves a victor! The favourite to win! ADAM WALKER!!"
