68 The True Champion

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Ezgal's bloodcurdling roar resounded within the stadium as Kwozma's head rolled past his feet. A sensation of failure washed over Ezgal as he dropped to his knees before Kwozma and cradled his body.

"Kwozma, brother… no!" Ezgal exclaimed in a trembling voice. Because it was his duty to be their defender, Ezgal was incredibly distraught about Kwozma's supposed death. His reaction wasn't too dissimilar from how new soldiers helplessly watched as their brother in arms perished.

After a short while, Ezgal rose to his feet with reddened eyes and roared to the sky. "Jol, fix!"

Suddenly, an unusual magic circle expanded, with Jol serving as the focal point. The bodies of nearby goblin minions withered rapidly as some unknown energy escaped from their bodies.

This energy then acted as a catalyst required for Jol's ritual. Upon noticing what Jol intended to do, Kieran's eyes narrowed.