Luna brought the mic back to her lips, smirking.
Her eyes locked onto Varen and Victor in the distance.
She didn't rush. She let every step stretch.
Then she spoke.
Voice light, smug, and loud enough.
For every person on every ridge, every stream, and every screen across the world to hear.
"Hey… losers of Beast Castle."
She grinned wide. "Guess what?"
She held the pause.
"I win."
Her shoulders rose and dropped in a fake shrug.
"Heheh."
She twirled the mic slightly in her fingers, pretending to be casual.
"But you already know that, don't you?"
She stopped walking. Loxen stood beside her, unmoving.
"But that's not why I turned this on."
She leaned forward slightly, just enough for her voice to cut a little deeper.
"I didn't come here just to remind you that I crushed your best beast while I was asleep. No, no."
She smiled again, almost sympathetically.
"I came to say—don't feel bad."
She spread her arms.
