The Crowd discussion, the commentator's criticism, the haters comments filled with ridicule, and the concerned look on friends' faces—everything going on started to slow down. One by one, everyone started to notice that something was not right except Rajan, who was blinded by his victory. The adrenaline rushing through his mind had suppressed his senses while he was showing off and roaring.
The silver-haired boy with filled-in wounds slowly stood up. A green glow surrounded him. The next moment, the blood returned to the wounds, and the tears started recovering. He stretched his hand and dusted his hair. A white light surrounded him, and the next moment he looked similar to before. All the dust had disappeared; the only thing similar was the smile on his face.
