Drelmas and Caelan stood at their podiums on opposite sides of the arena.
In the arena, Vornis Abyss and Vornis Vale stood tall, though both showed signs of battle damage.
Drelmas crossed his arms.
"Vale fought hard in the last round," he said, his deep voice steady.
"He deserves this final fight."
Caelan nodded, his red eyes serious.
"Abyss has taken his share of hits too," he said.
"It's only right we finish this."
Fiona floated down between them, her eyes shining.
"Hold on, you two," she said, her grin wide.
"Don't worry about your Vornis. They're about to get a little help."
Drelmas and Caelan both raised an eyebrow.
Fiona turned and called out, "Liline—please?"
A ripple of surprise went through the crowd as a silver light appeared above the arena.
Liline emerged, just like a ghost.
The spectators gasped. Some pointed, others whispered in shock.
"Yes, Miss," Liline said, her voice calm as ever.
She raised one hand and snapped her fingers.
