[ADAM TAKES THE VICTORY IN A FLAWLESS PERFORMANCE!]
The announcement echoed through the arena, but Adam didn't even bother to look at the screen. His eyes were locked on the pile of rubble where Zayne had fallen. His lips curled into a small frown as he muttered under his breath, "What, he's dead? Just like that? Pathetic. No. 1 was a waste on him."
He turned away, his gaze drifting out toward the horizon of the arena, his thoughts elsewhere. "No wonder… He wasn't a child of the universe. If given enough time, Krozak would've taken the number 1 spot."
Adam shook his head, his mood souring. He didn't even care about the victory anymore. It was a pointless fight, a waste of time. He walked away from the arena, hands in his pockets, and made his way toward his group, plopping down on the bench with a sigh.
The others—Aurora, Joshua, and Mael—were still fired up, though. Their eyes were filled with determination, the fire of competition alive in them.
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