Prelude To The Finals (Edited)
The crowd erupted into wild cheers, their voices echoing through the arena as Kyle stood tall, the crackling remnants of his lightning still flickering around him.
He turned to Milo, who was being helped up by the medics, and offered a small nod of respect.
Milo glanced back at him. His face was a mixture of anger and frustration.
He didn't say a word as he was led off the field, but Kyle could tell Milo wasn't going to forget this fight anytime soon.
Kyle stepped out of the arena feeling very happy. He had won another match and had made it to the Finals.
Now it was either Lora or Riya that was left for him to win.
'I wonder who made it!'
Once he reached the stands, Kyle sat among the spectators, finding a good spot to watch the match.
He was already late when he came as the match had ended and the winner was determined already.
"And the winner is... Lora!"