"Last night," Dominic's voice remained calm, but the fingers holding the Life Stone were slightly pale, "his Life Stone suddenly went out."
Beside the long table, a burly old man spoke up.
He wore a dark red robe, with a scar running from the corner of his eye to his jaw, his voice rough and laden with suppressed anger.
"We all know who Julius went to see last night. He's dead, and that person is still alive. Isn't that clear enough?" He paused, "Julius lost to the Child of Light, and he lost completely, even his life."
Another voice came from the other side of the long table, hoarse and deep, like dry leaves being swept up by the wind.
"We don't know what happened. We all know Julius's strength, unless the opponent has an overwhelming advantage, he wouldn't even be unable to escape."
