Jala's confusion was as dense as it could get. Where was he? What was he floating in right now? Who was this guy in front of him?
Even after several moments, he couldn't quite regain himself. It was too odd—not when he had quite literally just died in brutal fashion. One couldn't exactly expect a man to be in his right mind moments after getting his head bitten off by a beast he didn't even see coming.
It wasn't just the problem of the death, either. In those last moments, Jala realized just how all his last-ditch efforts would come to nothing in the end. There was something particularly daunting about it all.
He had tried his best, gone all out for those last few weeks, and in the end, he still lost—lost so terribly and wholly that he couldn't even find an excuse for himself.
Sylas had all the disadvantages in the world and it still didn't matter. He managed to find a way to win, while Jala could only snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.
