For several seconds, the Golden Colosseum seemed frozen in time.
Arthur was alive.
The boy everyone had mourned only moments earlier now stood beneath the shattered pillars, breathing, speaking, and smiling as though death had merely interrupted his afternoon. Yet before anyone could fully comprehend that impossible miracle, another sight demanded their attention.
Karina lay motionless on the arena floor.
The Saintess of Lumina Academy.
The sacred symbol of the Holy Empire.
Dead.
A faint trace of crimson mana still lingered around Jasmine's hands, leaving no doubt about who had attacked her.
