The simple celebration that Tyranny had set up in order to celebrate their own team making it to the finals ultimately couldn't be used. On the display screen in the stadium, there was just a rather standard congratulations to the winning team.
The two teams lined up in the center of the stage.
Ye Xiu, Han Wenqing, Lin Jingyan, Zhang Jiale…
On this stage built from passion, these old generals met each other, knew each other, killed each other; some felt joy, others felt sadness, others felt moved.
Perhaps they couldn't be called friends, but their mutual understanding was no inferior to that between any pair of closest friends. They had the same desires and the same goal. On this stage, they shed the same sweat, burned with the same passion.
But it was a shame, for not everyone could achieve the results they desired. Every time, there would always be those who had to leave the stage partway through.
It was over…
Han Wenqing looked at this familiar stage, at the silent stadium.