The tension in the arena was still thick.
Everyone was quiet, hearts were thumping, minds were reeling. Slowly, Aeric's spell dissipated and Luna's body unclenched on the ground, her ragged breath became softer as the frost on her armor slowly melted away.
She seemed to be shivering, her limbs were trembling from a combination of pain, exhaustion, and the lingering chill of Aeric's ice.
Faeryn and Melina hurriedly walked to her. "Luna!" Melina cried, squeezing her elder sister's shoulder.
Faeryn stepped forward, kneeling beside the Moonlight Princess. Her usually calm demeanor was shadowed with concern as she gently told Melina to move away and touched Luna's shoulder.
"Can you stand?" Faeryn's voice was steady but softer now, lacking the authority it usually carried.