Chapter 5570 Percival Is Overmatched
- Far below, Isabel clenched her small fists until her knuckles blanched, whispering over and over, "Ms. Dusko, please, win."
- The Celestial Guards behind her stood rigid, necks craned, armor rattling with every shift of the duel above.
- Near them, Enaricus watched the prince falter and felt a cold knot tighten in his gut.