Amidst the resplendent arena, bathed in the golden hue of victory, Wendy stood tall. The cheers of the crowd washed over her like a tidal wave, celebrating her triumph over El Collado. Yet, her heart was a tempest, roiling with unease.
The champion's belt felt inconsequential compared to the heaviness in her chest. As King Howl approached, a beaming smile plastered across his face, Wendy's thoughts were elsewhere. His words of praise and the glittering trophy in his hands seemed distant, like echoes from another world.
"Congratulations, Wendy! You've made us all proud," King Howl exclaimed, attempting to hand her the trophy.
Wendy's eyes scanned the crowd. There was a sea of jubilant faces and fluttering banners. But among those cheering, the absences spoke louder. Misty was now gone. What was this?
Aurelia, sensing Wendy's unease, stepped closer. Her golden eyes met Wendy's, a silent exchange that spoke volumes. "Something's not right," Aurelia murmured.