A deafening silence descended upon the arena, broken only by the dry thud of Oliver's collapse. The sound that signalled the fall of the crimson-haired senior's reign.
Everyone in the room held their breath for a moment, their eyes widened in shock at seeing the outcome of the spar that blew away their minds.
The clash of veteran versus junior, the intense exchange of sword intent, the mysterious power unleashed in that final moment. All of it had opened everyone's eyes.
The seniors and also the cadets, those who trained together with Cain every morning, now glanced at him with a revered gaze. Without a doubt, Cain's position was akin to a god in their minds.
"Oliver!?"
In the midst of the silence, a female senior threw the bow in her hand. She ran toward the middle arena, her braided green hair swaying with every step. Following her steps, a male senior, who lost to Abel, hurriedly pulled Oliver's body into his before approaching the General.
