The spectators remained on their feet, clapping as the final battle slowly settled into its aftermath.
The cheers had not completely died down yet.
Some people were still shouting Vera's name, while others were still discussing the final clash between the blue lightning and the White Flames. The enormous arena had gone from a battlefield filled with explosions to a place where the ordinary people were finally beginning to realize just how much damage had been done.
The platform was almost unrecognizable.
Large sections of the ground had been torn apart, several deep holes had been left behind by the Sun Vortexes, and cracks ran across the surface like lines drawn through stone. Pieces of broken rock were scattered everywhere, while small areas still released hot steam from the heat that had soaked into the ground.
The Medic staff finally made their entry.
