Raphael Earhart
Mia rose slowly from the heap of shattered trees, her face set with grim determination despite her battered appearance.
Selena's strike had clearly left its mark. Mia's body bore cuts and bruises, blood seeping from minor wounds to stain her tattered clothing. Yet her expression was focused, devoid of hesitation.
Selena, on the other hand, stood motionless. She calmly returned her katana to its sheath, as if the devastating blow she had just delivered was nothing more than routine.
The reaction from the audience was markedly different.
The spectators, both participants and onlookers alike, sat in stunned silence. Awe and disbelief were written across their faces, their eyes glued to Selena. Only the Earhart family members in the VIP box and the other high-ranking guests seemed unaffected, their expressions unreadable.
