Atticus's singularities had cloaked the battlefield completely, blocking their vision and senses.
The tension that had gripped them had been unbearable.
But now… now that the haze had cleared, they could see.
They saw Atticus.
They saw Whisker.
But no Solren.
Considering the last images they had witnessed, Solren being cornered, pressured from all sides, there was only one possible explanation.
They had won.
They fucking won.
The joy that burst through them at that moment was indescribable.
Anastasia, being who she was, had been the only Master Rank present among them.
And right now, the tears just wouldn't stop streaming down her cheeks.
Avalon held her tightly, his own gaze locked onto the boy standing on the screen, the fire in his eyes burning brightly.
He had never been more proud.
But if Avalon felt pride, then what Magnus felt was something far heavier.
There was a small, quiet smile on his face as he stared at Atticus, and deep inside, Magnus just felt… happy.
