Renald's fist landed with full force.
The impact drove Calista's body into the ground, tearing the air apart with a wave of Qi so powerful it kicked up a cloud of dust that veiled nearly half the arena. The earth beneath her collapsed with a dull roar—cracks spread outward from the point of impact like the arena itself was trying to escape the pain that had just been unleashed.
And then—silence.
Nothing was visible through the thick haze.
Just one figure—motionless, unmoving.
Calista.
Her body looked like a discarded doll—limp, bent at an unnatural angle, as if her bones had given way under the force. Her torn robe soaked up blood seeping from deep wounds along her sides and arms. Her forehead was split open, a single trail of red still running down her temple, vanishing into her hair.
