While the others wrestled with the implications, only one thing thundered in Varnel's head:
'How?'
He couldn't wrap his mind around it. He had planned this out carefully. Every step. Every detail.
How the hell had Julius failed?
'Did he not crush the worm?'
His mind scrambled to figure out what had gone wrong. Still, his eyes remained fixed on the screen.
His plan had failed. Which meant Julius had no other choice now but to win with sheer force.
'That punch… it must've landed because Julius was caught off guard. He can still win.'
This was just a setback. As long as Julius won the fight, everything would still fall into place.
'Don't fail me.' Varnel's eyes burned cold.
Just like in the Sanguine Hall, across the region, there was nothing but silence. The people were still reeling from what they had just witnessed.
It lasted for some seconds, until it shattered.
The people burst into thunderous cheers, their voices roaring across the land.
"NINTH VEIN! NINTH VEIN!"
