The arena was still buzzing with excitement when the official approached Zephara and me, signaling for us to follow. As we walked towards the podium, the spectators' cheers and applause surrounded us like a physical force.
Zephara held my hand, her touch steady and reassuring, a reminder of the bond we had forged through countless battles and training sessions.
When we reached the podium, Zephara released my hand and stepped forward, her presence commanding the attention of everyone present. She raised her hands, and the crowd fell silent, their anticipation palpable. I stood beside her, my heart pounding, still riding the high of our duel and victory.
