The forest was silent.
The roar of energy, the thunderous impacts, the constant chaos that had defined this battle, all of it had ceased. The screen above the arena displayed a frozen moment in time, with Rex trembling, his radiant body flickering like a dying star, while Eratz stood before him.
The crowd was paralyzed. Not a cheer, not a whisper, just wide eyes and dropped jaws.
Victoria leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she clutched the railing tightly. Zara's hand was over her mouth, her eyes darting between the screen and the battlefield, unable to process what she had just witnessed.
On the opposite side, Leonidas's face was pale, his fists gripping his armrests so tightly that the veins on his hands bulged. Even on the stands, Braun and Arvad, normally dismissive, exchanged stunned glances.
