From the highest gallery—
Liana shot to her feet—hands cupped around her mouth.
"LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE!"
Her voice cracked with fury.
"Brother—! Don't give up! You're stronger than her stupid plants!"
Nobles laughed—cruel, echoing.
"Yeah—give up, mud-blood!"
"No one beats Flora!"
"Commoners always fall eventually."
Elowen's voice stayed calm—almost bored.
"Flora Dawnveil demonstrating excellent control. The commoner appears restrained."
Mira's tone remained even.
"Ethan Leilive still fighting. Remarkable resilience."
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In the infirmary—
Mee sat bolt upright—ignoring the stab of pain in her ribs.
"Kee—!"
Sera glanced over—brow arched.
"He's pinned. What now?."
Mee's hands clenched the blazer.
"Come on… get up…"
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Back on the field—
Flora leaned closer—breasts nearly brushing Ethan's face—rose scent overwhelming.
"Shhh…" she cooed—fingers trailing down his cheek. "Just surrender. Let my vines hold you… let me take care of you…"
Ethan's eyes flashed.
