The dust slowly cleared.
At the center of the arena, Sylas and King Kael lay motionless—two broken bodies, half-buried in a crater that was created by their fall.
Kael was out cold, but Sylas was conscious. He slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry. He looked up at the sky, staring at nothing.
He tried to move, but nothing responded. His legs were dead weight. His body was numb.
He wasn't built to survive a fall like that. Not without his Domain active. The moment it expired, all of the buffs he received vanished.
He gritted his teeth as pain surged through him like a wave.
He let out a small laugh. "Unlucky," the word barely came out above a whisper.
"Kael… can you hear me?" Her voice was loud, cracked, and full of worry.
He turned his head and saw three figures running toward them. It was blurry—but he knew who it was.
It was Ana, Lucian, and the queen.
Queen Lisa's voice rang out, sharp with panic.
"Kael!"
