The crimson fog gradually dispersed. The students in the spectator stands were utterly silent. None of them had ever dreamed of witnessing such a battle. They could not comprehend what had happened inside the arena. They didn't know which side was about to win—or lose.
With each passing second, things became clearer. Gregory lay unconscious on the ground. Beside him, Carreras staggered, barely able to remain standing.
On the other side, Smeraldi had also collapsed into unconsciousness, and Luciel was trying to wake her. Gregory had done something despicable.
Zeref and Alaska stood close to Cilsim, as if plotting something new.
Feng Li and Mekeil exhaled deeply; the radiant aura surrounding them had faded, its duration over. Feng's sword and Mekeil's spear had shattered into fragments. Crack!
