Alicia's voice held a note of urgency as she addressed Elder Brock, her eyes locked onto the unfolding events in the arena below. "Elder Brock, can you bring him to me?"
Elder Brock, a veteran of the Celestial Academy, found himself surprised by Alicia's request. "You want him?"
Alicia's unwavering gaze remained fixed on the arena as she reiterated her command. "Just bring him to me."
Elder Brock, his brow furrowing with concern, voiced his reservations. "Are you certain about this, Alicia? He seems to have lost."
Alicia's determination flared even stronger. "I don't care..."
She paused briefly, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of the situation. "Losing... he's winning."
Elder Brock, thoroughly puzzled by Alicia's cryptic words, inquired cautiously, "Are you referring to Daimon?"
Alicia nodded, her expression still intense. "Yes, didn't you mention Daimon all this time?"