Whistleblower

"WE HAVE A WINNER!" Olim's voice thundered across the arena, echoing off the stone walls and reverberating through the stands. The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and gasps, their eyes fixed on Ludwig, who stood victorious in the center of the blood-stained arena. Two teachers rushed in, their movements swift and precise, as they carefully lifted Melissa's limp body from the ground. Her once-proud stance was now reduced to a crumpled form, blood pooling beneath her. The teachers worked quickly, their hands glowing with healing magic as they stemmed the flow of blood and stabilized her injuries. Once her pale face began to flush again, they realized that she was out of the woods, and immediately rushed her out of the arena and to what could only be the academy's infirmary.