Holy Sword Tournament Arc II
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(POV: Akashic Records)
In the once-majestic coliseum, Lumiere lay motionless, his battered form oozing scarlet blood. The wounds on his mangled right side had begun to congeal, evidence of the savagery he had endured. His once-vibrant amethyst eyes, now devoid of light, stared up into the clouded sky, betraying a shattered spirit.
As the lingering haze of unconsciousness lifted, Isadora's crimson eyes fluttered open. Disoriented and disheartened, she tried to push herself up, her gaze immediately falling upon the elderly figure of Gallus.
The old man, undeterred, remained in deep meditation, his serenity a stark contrast to the turmoil that consumed the remnants of the coliseum.
When Isadora attempted to rise from her prone position, the weight of her desperate concern for Lumiere bearing down upon her, Gallus calmly raised a hand, halting her in her tracks.
"He is no more," Gallus intoned solemnly. "It is best you forget about him."
