Professor Lyssena turned on her heel and strode off.
The crowd quickly began to thin.
Some limped toward the dorms to crash, others chatted in pairs and small groups as they strolled off to enjoy what remained of the afternoon.
The frost in the arena was already beginning to melt under the midday sun, leaving a light mist that hovered like the fading tension in the air.
Riven stretched with a satisfied groan and slung an arm casually over Corrin's shoulder.
"Alright, you bastard. Since you passed with flying colors today, lunch is on you."
Corrin arched a brow, side-eyeing him. "Oi, why the hell would I—?"
Before he could even finish his complaint, Liliana chimed in with a smirk.
"I second that. You look so confident today, Corrin. Shouldn't a confident man be generous too?"
"Huh? Are you all serious?"
Aria nodded along, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Well, I barely won my duel… but you, you basically dominated yours. That means you're our MVP for the day, right?"
