The Arbiter paused. This had never happened. Two finalists. No surrender. No victor.
But she did not scream.
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Seraphine’s face went slack. Then her eyes rolled back. She was drowning in his suffering—three hundred and forty-seven scars’ worth of memory-pain, each one a drowning man pulling her under. The Arbiter paused
Echo, with a solemn expression, accepted the prize. The nature of the prize remained a mystery, but one thing was clear: Echo had become a legend, a figure of awe and respect in the world of painful duels. with a solemn expression