Carmilia and Vlahiç could barely contain themselves. The moment Guinevere's loss was declared, a ripple of laughter escaped their lips, echoing through the VIP section of the coliseum. Carmilia, her icy blue eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and condescension, leaned back in her seat, her voice laced with a mocking tone.
"Well, well, it seems your little firebrand wasn't quite up to the task, General," she chuckled, glancing sideways at General Cao. "All that fire, yet so easily extinguished by that boy's endless mana. I must say, I expected more from her."
Vlahiç joined in with a sharp laugh, his hand slapping the armrest of his chair. "Perhaps she should spend less time trying to ignite herself and more time mastering control. It's a shame, really. I was looking forward to a more... explosive performance."
