As the fog faded Dead's Whisper came to their senses.
They saw a split Blissful Death laying next to the masked individual. Dead's Whisper grit their teeth. Lady Xenio had told them that they were most likely the weakest in the event. She hadn't invested much into them, planning to go all out for the next time.
Dead's Whisper found truth to this almost immediately, nearly all the opponents strength was suffocating. The exception was the masked one, but clearly that was wrong!
Dead's Whisper clenched their sword. We're they going to be sacrificed for the Royals? They didn't want to die!
Dead's Whisper immediately shouted, "I quit! I admit defeat, I give up! Just let me out of here!"
The Dukes stopped chatting amongst each other. One asked, "Marchioness Xenio, what do you say about this?"
Lady Xenio huffed, "Hmph, I can't use him for the next tournament. Why should I let him free? Just die for me, you already slandered my name."
