A hush fell upon the crowd, the silence a heavy shroud as they witnessed a sudden and shocking turn of events that left them breathless.
Then, as if a spell had been broken, cheers erupted from the Bloodburn citizens, their cries a storm of jubilation.
"He... He did it! Hail the Immortal Consort!" The words were a chant, a mantra of awe and respect.
Among the crowd, whispers of disbelief and reverence mixed together in a song of awe.
A Soul Purger defeating a Soul Devourer? This would definitely be recorded in annals of history.
The Umbralfiends' heads bowed low, their shoulders slumping in a collective crestfallen droop.
To see their indomitable general bested by someone so young and thought to be weaker was a sight they never imagined; it was a bitter draught to swallow.
Yet, as Moraxor's gaze swept over the scene, a tinge of pride colored his somber mien.
