The battlefield was swept clean within the hour. What had once been scorched and littered with the debris of a hundred clashes was now restored, gleaming beneath the intense lights of the arena. Platforms rebuilt, banners hung, and spiritual flower wreaths and bouquets were strewn across the stage. The raw destruction of the final match had been erased—at least on the surface. Yet the memory lingered in every heart present.
Cassian Lysander had been carried off, limp and unconscious, his dragons following with agitation after medical attention didn't immediately wake him up. No explanation was offered for his prolonged unconscious state, with many assuming it might have been caused by Jade's contract beast. First Celestial's medical team slipped away with their captain, leaving the audience with whispers and unease.
