Below, the murmurs grew once more.. low but reverent. Girzar's words still lingered in the air like sacred scripture, each syllable finding its way into the hearts of the nobles present. The weight of what had just happened pressed softly over the arena, a shared silence filled with awe, pride, and the birth of quiet legends.
All eyes turned once more to the arena's heart, where Girzar, Miyu, and Eran stood... each locked within the rippling golden glow of something larger than victory.
Professor Girzar's gaze swept across the arena, the faint golden glow of his staff pulsing as the murmurs dwindled to silence. The echo of his earlier praise lingered, heavy and reverent, but his next words carried the crisp steel of authority.
"Now," he intoned, his deep voice and rolling across the dome, "the final judgment shall be made."
He turned slowly, deliberately... toward Eran.
The crowd followed his motion, breaths caught in quiet suspense.
