Whooosh….
The wind whispered through the massive crater that had once been tournament arena, leaving everything silent.
No roar.
No commentary.
No breath.
Only smoke and floating particles of fractured reality hung in the air like thin miasma. The screens across the world still showed only the blinking words:
[FINAL MATCH RESULT: PENDING…]
For several long seconds, nobody dared speak. The destruction had been so total, so divine, that many even wondered…
Were they even alive?
Then… slowly… the smoke began to part.
A breeze carried through the ruined remains of the stage, brushing away the ash and dust, and…
There!
A body!
Huh, it wasn't broken nor bloody.
Just… still.
Rina Lunin lay crumpled on a section of rock outside the arena's boundary, her limbs splayed, her chest rising and falling slowly.