The Stellar Vanguard bench was suffused with tension, the weight of their crushing defeat pressing down on every fighter.
Cassian sat hunched over, his hands trembling as he stared blankly at the ground.
Soren's jaw was set tight, his knuckles trembling as he gripped the edge of the bench.
Lyric paced nervously, her face expression now twisting and unfocused.
"We're done," Vale muttered, breaking the silence. "They didn't even use a field spells. They toyed with us. If just one of you fall in the final match…" His voice trailed off, but the implication was clear.
Lucien slammed his fist on the bench, his icy demeanor cracking.
"And now we're up against the Pharaoh. That monster. How the hell are we supposed to not lose against someone like him?!"
Panic rippled through the group, the earlier confidence of Stellar Vanguard now shattered.