The space where they had fought finally returned to normal.
Color returned to their eyes, the ice on the lake melted, and sound reached their ears.
Everyone saw the sorry state of the three demigods.
Radagon remained mounted on his horse, still in his original position.
The ground beneath the horse's hooves was level, looking utterly out of place amid the pockmarked craters.
Radahn was still breathing. He struggled to rise, kneeling on one knee and clutching his chest as he coughed up blood.
Asimi had withdrawn from his back into his body again, as though she had never emerged.
Rykard had already lost consciousness and lay sprawled on the ground like a heap of mud.
Ranni was unconscious too, her face submerged in the water, bubbles rising from it now and then.
Blaidd knelt on the ground with his head thrown back, his entire body charred and giving off black smoke. His eyes had rolled back, and his tongue hung out of his mouth. Whether he was alive or dead was unknown.
What was there left to fight for? How could they possibly keep fighting?
The soldiers and officers who had been fighting their individual opponents all stopped, watching to see what would happen here.
The demigods' lives were entirely in Radagon's hands.
He truly deserved the title of Elden Lord.
Radagon had gained his throne by exploiting a loophole?
What a laughable rumor.
Those people had never seen Radagon fight.
Of everyone who had seen Radagon today, not one would dare say again that he had exploited a loophole.
Radagon had utterly crushed the Caria Allied Army's morale.
Kristoff, Ogha's old opponent who had fought his way up to him, was immensely excited at the sight.
"Look!" he said. "You're no match for the king!"
Ogha stared at