— 30 minutes later Verina Academy, Duel platform.
The Elven noble lay motionless on the ground. Many watchers left or felt the urge to vomit. They destroyed his body from the inside out. His body twitched as the final black shard of ruina pierced between his brows before he could beg for his life once more.
"Ah… What evil methods…"
Zedrid, the old elf, felt terror after what could never be called a duel, but merely torture. His eyes shook as they avoided the scene before him. He thought this boy would never kill Madrid, even with his comments. The queen might protect him if the boy was only hurt, now he would face punishment.
"V…victor… Vincent Schwartz!" He said with a withered and shaky voice.