In the stands on the demon side, Lucifer watched silently as Verrine's lifeless body lay in the arena. Her face wore a look of sadness that few had ever seen. Though the battle was over, Verrine's defeat was a reminder of the weight of her decisions.
—"Verrine..." —Lucifer murmured, with a slight sigh as he kept his gaze fixed on the sand.
On the angels' side, Sariel stood up from his seat with a cocky smile, clearly pleased with the outcome.
—"It's impossible for a filthy demon to defeat an angel. His defeat was inevitable from the beginning."
Miguel, with a more analytical stance, interrupted him, without taking his eyes off Zadquiel and Verrine .
—"Don't talk so fast, Sariel . That demon was overheated, that's why she was slower. If Zadquiel had taken just a tenth of a second to compress her, the result would have been very different. He would have been defeated."
Sariel frowned, but did not reply.