Carl was carried out of the arena, limp and unconscious, his body gently cradled by the school medics as the students watched in hushed awe. The battle had ended. Jayden stood alone in the center of the field, his chest rising and falling steadily, still bare-chested and bruised from the intense showdown. Silence hung for a moment—then the crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.
Jayden turned without a word and began walking back to the stands, his steps calm, composed, each one echoing with a kind of quiet authority. Students parted instinctively as he passed, their eyes filled with admiration, whispers trailing behind him.
"Did you see that? He didn't even break a sweat. He's like a legend!"
"Carl's fire didn't even touch him!"
"What kind of ability is that? It's so cool."
