He Manhe's possessed puppet's eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness, frozen in shock, then quickly dimmed like extinguished candlelight.
The forcibly gathered vitality and consciousness receded like a tide.
The scorched body completely collapsed, no longer making a sound.
Smoke and dust slowly settled.
When the scene within the force field became clear again.
The audience only saw...
In the center of the massive charred pit.
The only one standing was the figure covered in a Thunder Pattern Mask, holding a blood-stained long knife.
Beneath his feet, the charred, curled female body with a pierced throat lay silently at the bottom of the glazed pit.
Deathly silent.
The judge took a deep breath and loudly announced again:
"The winner... Thunder God!!!"
After a brief moment of silence.
The cheers were even more overwhelming, almost overturning the arena's dome.
"Thunder God! Thunder God! Thunder God!"
