The arena was still buzzing with tension, its air thick with the aftermath of the electrifying battle.
Adam stood motionless, his breathing steady but his mind racing. He gripped the handle of his black sword tightly, the energy from his fight still coursing through him.
Around him, the once-raucous crowd had fallen silent, their wide-eyed stares a mixture of awe and disbelief.
As Adam's gaze swept across the stadium, the presence of the academy's principal became apparent.
A tall, imposing figure clad in elegant robes descended from the elevated platform with an air of authority.
His every step commanded respect, and the crowd instinctively parted, giving him a clear path to the battlefield.
"Adam," the principal's voice boomed, calm yet firm, "that will be enough. The match is over."
Adam's grip on his sword relaxed, and he let out a slow breath.
He took a step back, his violet mana dissipating like smoke in the wind.
