A young man with chocolate skin and sapphire-like eyes stood calm, straight, with wounds laced across his body, his saber glistening with otherworldly sharpness.
A couple of steps away from him lay a head, separated from its body, in a pool of crimson blood.
The head had an expression of panic and fear on its face, a testament to the emotional state of Farrell before he died.
"The winner of the life and death battle is Lian Yu!"
At the announcement, the stifling silence that pervaded the arena dwindled, giving a meteoritic rise to cheers that shook the whole place.
The spectators had to admit that they had really been taken on a roller coaster of emotions kind of battle.
The only time they had recently felt this same roller coaster of emotions was during the entrance exams of the first years, with equally high stakes that made the battles all the more exciting—death.
