Zaroth's brain went blank.
He had just made the decision to kill his mother.
He had gone against everything he believed in.
And yet, at the last moment, the attack was stopped by the observer, as it was obvious he was going to win.
As such, the woman who had taken his mother's appearance wouldn't die by his blade.
A healer appeared and began to heal her injuries.
The emperor stood up and announced Zaroth as the winner.
The audience began to cheer.
Sure, from their perspective, the fight wasn't all that impressive, but a win was a win, so it was supposed to be celebrated.
Zaroth glanced at the people, then at the emperor.
Then his gaze shifted to the woman lying on the ground, her face twisted in pain as the healer tended to her wounds.
Zaroth didn't know how to feel.
In the previous round, he had to kill his opponent.
He didn't do it because he wanted to, but he didn't have a choice back then.
