The final explosion of light on-screen faded, replaced by smoke and flickering mana static.
For several seconds, the observation deck held its breath.
Not because of disbelief.
But because there was something sacred about the silence after perfect execution.
Then—
A quiet exhale from the Solstice Dawn scout.
"…They didn't just win," he said, his voice even, but low. "They dissected it."
The Phoenix Halo representative beside him leaned back, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at the dissipating aftermath. "That was a Rank-6 peak boss. Nearly Rank-7 threshold. And not one of them cracked under pressure."
From across the tiered chamber, the Blackstone Verge observers exchanged quick, professional glances. A few were already flicking their fingers across data-slates, saving combat breakdowns, slowing the footage.
One of them tapped the moment Irina activated Solar Rend, freezing the spell's signature at full charge.
