Everyone gasped the moment Virgo dispelled her golden barrier. She was still locking Abyrath's hulking fist with her slender palm in a spectacle surreal enough that few students pinched their forearms, only to wince. They weren't dreaming.
Among them, Elliot's thoughts veered in the opposite direction. He cheered until his voice turned hoarse, both fists raised, tears still streaming down his cheeks, not from despair anymore, but hope. If he were dreaming, he prayed not to wake up. "Beat him, Adam!"
Beside him, Desmond's eyes widened at Virgo, then narrowed at Adam with vindictive anger. He cupped his hands around his mouth, roaring. "Why did we suffer if you could summon someone that powerful, you blue bastard? Wait... How can you summon anything when you're not an invoker?"
Adam smirked at his friend from the duel venue, noting how everyone leaned forward as if he would answer an unsolvable equation. "Who said so?" he shrugged with exaggerated nonchalance.
