His End
A tear slipped down Brittany's cheek, tracing a glistening path through the dust and grime that smeared her face.
"I-I can't… Why… why not? This always works…"
…
A heavy silence descended upon the arena.
The students, who had just shown a united front, fell silent, their shoulders slumping in defeat. They bowed their heads in a gesture of respect for the fallen hero.
Years had passed since the first Mr. Ten's death, but the pain of losing him seemed to echo anew. Now, history has repeated itself in the most unexpected way. Alex, who had challenged them all, the one who had insane power beyond his age, lay still.
The colosseum, once a stage for a thrilling display of magic, now felt like a tomb.
The announcer, his voice heavy with sadness, broke the crushing silence.