As their battle raged on, two full hours had passed.
Zara sat on the edge of her seat, her eyes locked on the stage. Her entire body trembled with excitement, her fingers gripping the armrests tightly.
Clang!
Jane's claws clashed once again with Lilith's blood-forged sword, and the impact sent both women skidding backward, landing hard on one knee.
They panted heavily, sweat trailing down their brows, but neither of them looked discouraged.
Instead, both women smiled—grinning like maniacs who had found someone who could finally keep up.
Their eyes burned with wild determination.
Up in the viewing balcony, Frances leaned toward Margaret with a whisper.
"Psst."
Margaret turned, frowning slightly.
"Huh? What, Mom?"
Frances narrowed her eyes and nodded toward the battle.
"This fight won't end even if you give them all day. Just call it a draw already and move on to what I said earlier. Pair Lilith's wife with Omar."
Margaret blinked, taken aback.
