Seraphic Soul Palace

"Do you think he can defeat Ishea?" one of the Faerie's asked her nearby friends, her voice ethereal and charming. 

"Surely that's not possible," one of her friends replied, her voice equally soft and ethereal. 

"He already bested Hialeah," another chimed in, "so his talent and power cannot be looked down on."

"We all know the level of his talent," the first one who spoke chimed in again, "but surely there are limits, even for him."

As if answering their questions, one of the fighters fell to their knees and clutched their head, seemingly in pain. The eyes of the Faerie's widened in shock, as the one that had fallen to their knees waas Ishea.

"Even Ishea lost?" one of them couldn't help but exclaim.

"We Faerie's are known for our soul talent, and yet we cannot compare to a single human boy," another sighed while shaking her head in disappointment. "Has our Seraphic Soul Palace fallen so much?"