"Magnificently done, Albus Verona of the Poison Cloud. PUHAAHK!"
A middle-aged voice echoed through the grand halls, immediately followed by the thud of a body hitting the hard floor of the blue dome.
The thirty-seven-year-old hero, Amir Dawson of the Growling Peak, was by no means weak, as even the Yon Augennian youths were in awe of his display of abilities.
Unfortunately, Albus was just too much for him.
Within five minutes, Amir's simulated body was overwhelmed by a multitude of poisons—most of which he had no idea how he'd been afflicted with.
The toxins slowly consumed him, and his body dissolved into an azure beam of light that reformed into a healthy Amir outside the blue dome.
It was an overwhelming victory for the Chellione Region's scout hero.
The Phaskaldans were understandably heartbroken, but seeing how cheerful Amir was after the battle eased much of their sadness.
