A swift wave of silence swept the hall's insides, and the moment Tristan announced their win, sparks stopped falling on the others.
Everyone looked up in shock, and awe, barely believing what had just unfolded before their very eyes.
Tristan had risked his life to attain that win.
He had been embedded within the first boulder of ice, suffering burns and scalding heat after the professor destroyed it.
He then leaped out at the last moment. But just as planned, when Sir Severo threatened to deter his movement, Isril sent another icy chunk to deter the man's response, while also limiting his visual range.
The result of that series of actions was what they looked at now.
Isril allowed the cloud of mist to clear, raising his gaze to see if their plan had worked. He fell to the ground when he saw that it did.
His Kaos pool was now almost empty. As a result, intense fatigue filled his bones.
At least they won.
