The Lorehevan stands erupted. Their cheers filled the skies. Flags of academy waved wildly. Students shouted her name, their voices shaking the arena.
Selene bowed gracefully to the crowd, then turned and gave a respectful nod to Lira, who still struggled to stand. Lira met her gaze with fierce eyes, then lowered her head in acknowledgment.
The fight was over. The clash of moonfire and shadowglass had ended with victory for the princess of Lorehevan.
The audience was still trembling from what they had witnessed. The echoes of silver fire and shattered crystals seemed to linger in the very air, like faint ghosts of the battle that had just ended. Selene stood tall at the center of the arena, her robes flowing in the soft breeze, her aura dimming only slightly as she sheathed Astralis. The crowd continued to roar, unable to quiet their voices even as the referee's announcement faded.
