As Adam rejoiced about the easy victory, Geofrey intently gazed at his mechanical dragon. His eyes almost bulged out as mana symbols gathered on his desk, asking him to discard the card he was most proud of.
He gnawed on his teeth, jaws protruding as he felt his hand weighed a ton and refused to move. No. It was his mind that refused to accept such a ridiculous outcome.
He didn't get to play his second turn yet, but he had already lost. He could do nothing against the horrible Ignatius, not even draw.
The sound of his own ragged breath overwhelmed the public's cheers for Adam as his anger boiled, inching on his rational mind.
However, the memory of Mia's fate anchored his thought process.
What he had to do was clear: give up and save Edgar some face or meet her in the afterlife.