"She's just a second-year. What's in the water over there at Dark Moon College?!"
The announcer's incredulous voice echoed across the stadium, laced with both awe and disbelief.
The crowd erupted into a frenzy.
Cheers, gasps, and scattered applause thundered through the stands as Serena Storm's name was declared the victor once more—this time over Albrecht Velin.
On the Dark Moon College side, Professor Mires was no longer seated. He was on his feet. Actually, he was bouncing.
"HAHA! That's my girl!" Mires howled, spinning in a circle like a child on too much sugar. "That was Albrecht Velin! The third strongest at First Celestial! She turned him into salad dressing!"
Kain blinked. "I don't think that metaphor makes sense."
"Don't care!" Mires clapped his hands, beaming like a madman. "She beat Damon and Albrecht. That's two stronger contenders at First Celestial eliminated in exchange for only one Dark Moon person. And she's a second-year!"
