Unaware of what was happening in the human domain, Nox stood at the center of the fighting platform amid the fading roars of the Frostpire spectators.
Valkor knelt on one knee a few paces away, his proud armor dented and burnt. The final blow of their fight had not only injured him severely, it had also shattered his pride.
He gritted his teeth, staring at Kawl, who was currently basking under the spotlight. That... that should've been him!
'That last attack, there was definitely something wrong with it. It didn't just feel like ice at all; it's as if there was something more.'
For a heartbeat, there was silence across Frostpire's grand coliseum. Then, an eruption of cheers. The crowd—thousands of dragons in human form, nobles from all eight kingdoms, and citizens alike—rose to their feet in unison and hailed the Frostpire team's triumph in the Competition of Kingdoms.
