"What? He won?" Art exclaimed, his tone laced with disbelief and his eyes wide with astonishment. The last memory etched in his mind was the imposing figure of the bear about to crush Valerius, a scenario that seemed inevitable from his vantage point. Yet, now, he was witnessing the complete opposite outcome. The bear hadn't crushed Valerius; instead, Valerius had dominated the beast.
'But how did that happen?' he pondered in his mind, trying to imagine the events that could have unfolded during the brief moment his view was obstructed to get the answer to his question, yet he couldn't come up with anything that seemed logical.
"Yes, he won. And he won effortlessly," Arale remarked, her voice carrying a mix of admiration and nonchalance, her expression one of mild amusement as if the spectacle was impressive but not entirely unexpected from someone of Valerius's caliber.
"How did he turn the tide of the battle?" Art asked, his curiosity piqued.
