"Sir Ravenor Burnwick!!!"
"Absolute Dominance!!"
"Young Lord of Burn!!"
"I love you, Sir Ravenor Burnwick!!!"
"As expected of the Young Lord of Burn!!"
The fans of Ravenor cheered brightly, their voices rising from different sections of the Arena as they celebrated his victory.
Some of them waved Burnwick banners above their heads.
Others stood from their seats, clapping while shouting his name over and over again.
But among the spectators who had been cheering for Veda, the mood was completely different.
Many of them looked sad.
Some had even gone completely quiet.
Others continued staring at the destroyed fight platform as if they were still hoping Veda would somehow get back on his feet.
"He did his best… Sniff…Sniff."
A young Non-Noble girl said to her parents, tears already gathering in her eyes.
She held a small hand fan with Veda's picture imprinted on it.
The picture was slightly bent from how tightly she had been holding it.
