Atlas dropped to his knees, his spear clattering to the ground beside him. His breath came in ragged gasps; the fight had drained every ounce of his strength. His muscles trembled, his mana nearly depleted after repeatedly casting spells that demanded too much from him.
He lifted his gaze, and saw Brigid kneeling across from him, her greatsword lying motionless on the cracked earth. Her expression was frozen in disbelief, exhaustion written across her face.
The battle was truly over. Brigid had failed to block Atlas's final strike, and it had registered as a critical hit, one that could have been fatal. Because of that, the system had automatically declared the duel finished, marking Atlas as the victor.
The system messages appeared one after another in succession, displaying the full list of rewards: rank points, arcane shards, standard tickets, and finally, the remaining forces under Brigid's command. 34 combatants and 20 workers.
