The match was over. Caspian stood in the middle of the battlefield.
Vera was a few steps behind, his bow lowered, his presence neutral. He had supported, but barely.
It was noticeable. Caspian's gaze flicked toward him for a second before shifting away.
There was no need for words.
Across the field, the last remnants of Team Saga were being escorted off. The capsules that had held their eliminated members were being cleared away, their defeat sealed. 3 vs 4 had quickly turned into 1 vs 2, and yet Caspian had handled it alone.
Not surprising.
He stretched his fingers slightly, rotating his shoulder to check for any serious injuries. Nothing bad.
More importantly, the match had given him a clear answer.
Vera was unreliable. That much was obvious.
Not outright incompetent, but when it mattered, he had chosen to hold back.
Caspian wouldn't call it betrayal, but it was close enough.
