THE AFTERMATH OF A BATTLE

A heavy silence loomed over the entire coliseum.

The air—thick with tension.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Even the cheers that had erupted earlier died down in uncertainty.

Then—

A voice finally broke the silence.

Seraphine.

Her expression was unreadable as she gazed at the three unconscious warriors in the center of the ruined arena.

With a commanding tone, she spoke:

"Medics! Step forward and check on them."

Immediately—

A team of healers and medical staff rushed onto the battlefield, weaving through the debris, their hands glowing with diagnostic spells as they carefully examined Sylphie, Kelvin, and Kaelen.

Moments passed.

Then—

One of the medics stood up and announced:

"They are all unconscious but in stable condition!"

Seraphine closed her eyes for a brief second.

Then finally—

She turned toward the audience.