Chapter: Defeat
Tolisk's body lay motionless on the cold stone floor of the arena, his breathing shallow. His defeat was final. The battle had shaken the very foundation of the trial grounds, and yet, he had fallen short.
Jafad sighed heavily from the spectator stands. His arms were crossed, and his expression remained unreadable. He had seen Tolisk’s determination, his raw talent—but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.
Juren, on the other hand, was all smiles. A victorious laugh escaped his lips. “So much for your so-called genius,” he taunted, throwing a glance at Jafad. “Your boy was entertaining, but nothing more. He couldn't even grasp the essence of his final technique. Meanwhile, my chosen fighter is still standing.”
Jafad gave no response. His gaze remained locked on Tolisk’s unconsciou
