Bole closed his eyes. He knew things would turn out this way. Even if he wanted to selfishly hope for a miracle, he wished that he had forfeited this match as well, just like the Silver Snake Coalition did. Because to Vincent, this was an unmitigated disaster.
It was very likely that the genius of Manalasuo would never recover from this.
Vincent was carted off by the paramedics, his eyes closed. The wounds on his body were unimportant compared to the emotional scarring. His tears rolled down. No matter how many injuries he had sustained in training, no matter what happened, he had never once despaired. He had believed that effort alone would see him through to the top.
That was until now, when his world had crumbled.
The Atlanteans were silent. In this moment, even warriors from the mighty Atlantis could do nothing but silently convey their respect.
