But is that really what happened?
No.
Not even close.
Let's go back to when Ethan released the mist at the start of the match.
The moment Lucas raised his hand, the mist that had covered the arena dropped like heavy rain. Gravity filled the space like a crashing wave, pushing everything downward.
And for a second, it looked like Lucas had taken full control of the match.
From the audience's view, the arena cleared up fast. The white fog settled to the floor and then disappeared altogether, revealing the two figures inside.
Lucas stood confidently in the center, breathing hard, fists clenched. His expression was fierce, ready to fight.
Ethan stood near the edge of the stage—completely still.
Unharmed.
Clean.
Untouched.
But no one paid attention to that detail yet, because Lucas moved first.
He roared and lunged forward.
Then… punched the air.
There was no one in front of him.
But that didn't stop him.
