Levi's Victory

As the dust settled, revealing the outcome of the intense battle, the victor stood tall amidst the chaos. Levi, his ice sword glistening in the dim light, had emerged triumphant.

The crowd that had gathered to witness the duel stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief at the scene before them.

Levi, his chest heaving with exertion, kept his gaze fixed on his fallen opponent.

Lying on the ground, Mora looked up at Levi with a mixture of shock and disbelief etched on his face.

The reality of his defeat began to sink in, shattering his overconfident demeanor.

"You... you can't be serious," Mora stammered, his voice tinged with disbelief. "How... how did you manage to best me?"

Levi's lips curled into a wry smile as he lowered his ice sword, no longer needing it to be at Mora's neck. He could sense the humiliation and frustration emanating from his defeated foe.