For a moment after the referee's call, the arena remained in a stunned hush, as if the crowd's collective mind needed to catch up to what they had just witnessed. Then, all at once, the silence fractured. The noise that followed was not polite applause—it was a rolling wall of sound, a thunderclap of approval and disbelief that made the giant viewing screens broadcasting the stage tremble in their frames.
Kain exhaled slowly, his gaze still on the empty space where the Phoenix-Harpy had been moments ago. Chewy was drifting toward his arm in a lazy arc—though there was nothing lazy about what Kain needed next.
"Chewy," he murmured, low and sharp.
The spore gave a questioning pulse before snapping to attention, realizing with his reminder that it had a job to do!. Its body began to glow faintly, expanding slightly as it drew in the lingering scraps of spiritual energy from the battlefield.
