Chapter 695: End of the exam
The vines retracted slowly.
Mireilla stepped back from the battered form of Edran Sylven, her breathing even—shallow, but steady. Not a drop of wasted motion clung to her frame. Her gauntlet dissolved back into coiling bark and reabsorbed into the moss beneath her boots.
She didn’t gloat.
She didn’t need to.
The glyph above flared once more—declaring the end of the match in that same steady violet.
Victory: Mireilla Dane.
Edran didn’t argue. He couldn’t.
Still breathing, still conscious—but defeated. Decisively.
The healers moved fast, pulling him from the arena with practiced hands and muting salves. Mireilla offered a nod to them as she passed, her name still flickering gently above her head, but said nothing more.
But before she could fully retreat to her side of the basin—
Another glyph lit up.