Yakima lay on the cold obsidian ground, staring blindly up at the swirling gray smoke, utterly stunned. The immense spiritual pressure that had filled the arena vanished, and her dual-colored eyes had forcefully reverted to their normal, solid white.
'I was defeated?' She thought in profound shock, her mind struggling to process the absolute systematic dismantling she had just experienced. She felt the searing, pain from her broken hand, but gritted her teeth. Relying on her immense willpower, she forced herself, shaking violently, getting to her knees.
"I won't lose that easily!" She thought furiously, trying to summon her aura, but her body betrayed her, and she fell heavily back to her knees.
