Damo's victory over Hera sent shockwaves rippling through the coliseum. The queen of Kronos, broken and bloodied, had surrendered to a young half-moon warrior. Cheers erupted across the Earth faction's stands, a celebration of hope rekindled. The scoreboard now read 5 to 4 in Earth's favor.
But the triumph was short-lived.
The moment Hermes announced Earth's lead, Damo collapsed to his knees, his body trembling. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips. He had been burning his spirit pool to maintain the [Deva Awakening], forcing power far beyond the limits of a half-moon magus. His breathing grew ragged as his vision blurred, sweat poured down his brow, and his face was pale as paper.
Klea, ever alert, made a swift decision. She called out to Damo. "Surrender. Now!"
The pale, stoic monk hesitated for a heartbeat. But then, with a subtle nod, he obeyed.
Hermes's voice rang out. "The Earth faction concedes the next match. The score is tied once again: five to five!"
