The crowd watched on with narrowed eyes as the laugh rang out through the entire colosseum, soon becoming a spine-chilling cackling scream.
The battle seemed to have ended with Calidor's head plastered all over the barrier, but soon they watched as an incredibly dark necrotic aura began rising up from Calidor's disfigured figure, soon enclosing her in a cloud of smoke.
Morgaine fully turned her body to the cloud of smoke, looking up as it rose into the air.
She had no idea what her opponent was pulling, but she allowed her to continue whatever it was, her cold eyes betraying no emotion.
This was the spirit of the Dominare—a supreme confidence to crush their opponent absolutely in battle.
She wanted her opponent to activate all the skills she had yet end up getting crushed beneath her feet once more.
Only then would the world know there was no rivalry between the Dominare and the Wailing Banshee family.
SCREEEEECCH!
