"It seems you children are done playing," the cult master said as he made his way back into the arena.
The entire arena was a scene of complete chaos, with craters, ice and patches of melted earth all around.
The smoke rising all around made it hard to see the results, but the cult master calmly waited for it to disperse.
It took a while, but the smoke cloud finally settled, and what was revealed was mostly what the cult master had expected.
The grand dukes and the King, as much as they looked worse for wear, were still very much alive.
King Magnus had his light sword stabbed in the ground, and he was leaning on it.
From the way the sword was flickering, one could tell that he was running out of mana.
The other three were not much better, especially Ignis, who was now out of his dragon form.
And unfortunately, their opponent, the Excidium, was still standing, though it was now missing an arm; its glow was also significantly dimmer.
