The arena remained silent for a few seconds.
Antony's body still lay where it had fallen. The blood had mixed with the purple sand, darkening the tone in that area. The chimera remained nearby, breathing calmly, as if the previous effort had meant nothing.
Morgana tilted her head, observing the result without moving.
"Bianca Sargas," she said afterward, with the same uniform tone.
The name took a moment to find a response.
From the stands, a girl stood up stiffly. Black hair, short, slightly messy at the tips. Her brown eyes avoided looking directly toward the arena. Her posture was closed, shoulders hunched, hands tense against her sides.
She descended the steps carefully.
Each step seemed measured, as if she feared stumbling.
Gerald followed her with his gaze.
"Doesn't look good..." he murmured, adjusting his glasses.
Aku didn't respond.
Bianca reached the center.
She stopped several meters from the chimera.
She didn't adopt any combat posture.
She was just there.
