The arena was still shaking from the final impact as the twin stood in the center.
The crowd finally erupted. Cheers and shouts of disbelief filled the entire stadium.
"The twins won!"
"To think they really managed to beat both Rovric and Ragric!"
The twins looked at each other, grinning.
"Well," Rynar said, stretching his arms.
"I guess that's it. We won, avenging our bad blood with them."
Rynor laughed softly.
"Yeah, and also quite easily too. I wonder if revenge is always this easy."
They both then turned toward the stands, raising their fists high.
They didn't care about the fallen opponents anymore, as they had finished what they wanted to do here.
Then, suddenly... from the elder area, Patriarch Raviel stood up and stepped forward.
Not only that... he also started to walk in the air, flying straight toward the arena.
Up on the flying ship, Garion's eyes widened when he looked at the flying Raviel.
