The guard stepped onto the stage the moment the girl's body stopped moving.
There was no hesitation in his steps, no change in his expression, as if what had just happened was nothing more than routine.
"Winner."
His voice echoed across the arena, cold and direct, as he pointed toward Page.
Page stood there for a brief moment, her chest rising and falling as she steadied her breathing, then a satisfied smile slowly spread across her face.
Without a word, she lifted her hand and untied the rope holding her mixed black and pink hair. The strands fell freely, swaying slightly in the air before settling against her back as she turned and walked down from the stage.
That smile never left her face.
Almost immediately, cheers erupted from Felix's group.
"Nice one, Page!"
Gareth stood up, clapping slowly, his calm gaze resting on her without any exaggeration, yet his approval was clear.
