Worcester died in pieces. The power of his Nascent Influence soon began to dissipate. The isolated dimension that he had trapped them in began to melt, allowing reality to seep into Michael's surroundings.
It wasn't long before he found himself back in the real world. Around him, the rest of the Racing Circuit were looking at him with stupefied looks.
"What… what happened?"
"They're out! And… it looks like only Michael was left… meaning… "
"He won?! He won against Worcester?!"
The royals: the dukes, the viscounts, and the barons were all familiar with Worcester. As the 1st ranked heir of the Oscorpe Conglomerate, his power was not something that could be easily dismissed out of hand. It was especially not something that a young man like Michael could defeat.
And yet, the evidence was right there in front of their very faces. Michael was the only one left alive, while Worcester was nowhere to be seen.
