Garion glanced toward the side of the arena where Sindral was being carried by several Solmira members.
Sindral's eyes were closed, his body limp, but his breathing was steady.
"…Is he okay?" Garion asked.
Sorien followed his gaze and smiled faintly. "Don't worry. I already checked him."
He folded his hands behind his back. "He's injured, but nothing serious."
Garion let out a quiet sigh. "That's good."
He looked back toward the arena, then shook his head slightly.
"That last exchange was dangerous," Garion said. "Fortunately, Dahlia still held back."
Sorien stopped walking.
"…She held back?" he asked, clearly surprised.
Garion nodded. "Of course."
He glanced toward where Dahlia was standing with the others.
"She didn't fully use her dragon power. And she didn't release everything she had."
Sorien's eyes narrowed slightly. "I see…"
He exhaled. "No wonder. I felt something strange during the fight. Like there was more pressure she never released."
