The moment the announcer called the match in Dark Moon's favour, the arena exploded.
The cheers that followed Theo's victory were so loud they seemed to shake the banners in their rafters. Students stood on their seats, some screaming, some crying, some clutching one another in disbelief. It had been a clean win. An unshakable, undisputed takedown of Sevra Len'Torien—the pride of First Celestial's mental division.
Somewhere in the background, a chant of "Mindshade! Mindshade!" started up and spread like wildfire.
In the VIP booth, Seraphina Mindshade gave the barest incline of her head and uptick of her lips. It was barely noticeable, but her attendants could tell that she was pleased by Theo's performance.
