The medic teams rushed onto the battlefield. The aftermath of the breathtaking 3v3 battle left both sides reeling.
Mercury, Raya, and Catarina, but also Elara were carried off the field on stretchers.
Braun, watching his teammate from the side, spat out a broken tooth into his hand. He examined it with a mix of irritation and disdain before tossing it aside.
"Tch. Annoying," he muttered. "I couldn't fight properly with that many brats."
Rylas yawned lazily, his usual slowliness returning.
"Well... at least they got a point," he said with a shrug. "It sucks for Ela, but they deserve it."
Tamara, standing with her arms crossed, said nothing. Her gaze remained fixed on the battlefield, her expression unreadable.
Arvad's voice broke the tense silence.
