The celebration in the stadium was unlike anything the city had seen before. The air vibrated with the deafening chants of thousands of spectators, their voices merging into a singular roar that echoed across the night sky. The tournament had ended, but the energy had not faded—instead, it had reached a fever pitch, spilling into the streets as people cheered, drank, and reveled in the aftermath of the greatest fight in the competition's history.
Cruzer, Jean, and Elara walked through the corridors leading out of the arena, their steps slow, their bodies still buzzing with the weight of everything that had just happened. Jean, as expected, was the loudest among them, practically bouncing with excitement as she grinned up at Cruzer.
"You seriously don't get it, do you?" she said, elbowing him in the ribs. "You're a damn legend now. Do you hear them out there? They're chanting your name, man!"
