DISCLAIMER: Some parts require wide understanding and open mind. Not for the faint-hearted.

[Trick's PoV]

"THIS MATCH BETWEEN THE EDINBURGH TEAM AND MUMBAI TEAM IS MORE EXCITING THAN EVER!"�

Shamil shouted that, but to be honest, what I am feeling right now is fear towards Sanjivani who fights against Selene, who is one of the Donnelly sisters. They should not be f/ucked.�

The special instructions for this match are the dome is reduced to a smaller size than usual and they are not allowed to step out of it. Then they are allowed to use the same attacks three times, just like in Haru's match, but at least three times. Also, they only have 13 minutes to fight. It's been three minutes and they're still doing combat attacks. Selene, unlike last time, didn't use any of her Latin spells.�

"Two fierce women, one intense battle!" Furkan added. "Who will win this fight?"

Right now, Sanjivani stopped moving and just stood on one corner and chanted something. After a while, two more Sanjivanis moved behind her. She just multiplied herself!

"Oh, wait a minute. Is this allowed?" Furkan asked Jang-mi. After a while, Jang-mi returned and approached the microphone.

"As this is part of her powers, this is allowed," Jang-mi confirmed.

The two Sanjivanis cornered Selene and grappled both of Selene's arms. Then, the real Sanjivani punched Selene on the gut. Selene groaned hard.�

After that, Sanjivani threw a couple of punches more to Selene's face and thighs. Selene wasn't responding, as the other two Sanjivanis were holding her tight. But when Sanjivani punched Selene on the jaw…

Her expression changed.

"Aaaaah!" Selene screamed to the top of her lungs, then yellowish insects that resemble wasps came out of her mouth! The insects attacked all three Sanjivanis and… all of them exploded at once!�

"Holy moly…" I uttered.

The two Sanjivanis disappeared and the one left, her true body, was bleeding a lot. She couldn't even get up. She's in terrible pain.�

Selene brought out her wand and pointed it to Sanjivani's head, snickered like she was about to do something horrible, then she simply uttered, "Magna Ruptis!"

A purple jolt of light emitted the wand and it went directly to Sanjivani's head, which then exploded like a watermelon was shot with a gun. The pieces of her skin, her brain, her hair scattered all over the ring. The virtual audience was terrified as their "Oohs" dominated the entire dome.�

Jang-mi approached the microphone. "As Sanjivani Anthony of Mumbai cannot proceed with the match, the winner for this battle is Selene Donnelly of the Edinburgh team! One win, Edinburgh. Mumbai, nothing."

Mixed reactions enveloped the entire dome. Some are still with their "Oohs", and some were applauding. Well, I think it didn't get any more terrifying until Selene ruthlessly killed Sanjivani with just one spell. What a scary Silver Witch she is.�

"Since the battle was adjourned in less than five minutes, we will proceed with the next match. May we call on Janardan Anthony of Mumbai Team…" Jang-mi continued.

Janardan approached the headless body of Sanjivani and did some chanting. He then poured some ash on it, yet… It ignited. Janardan jumped back to avoid the fire. He looked behind and figured out who made the fire.�

"And from the Edinburgh team, we have Karo Donnelly," Jang-mi called, as Karo walked towards the ring. It was her who burned Sanjivani's body with just a simple swish of her wand.�

"You have no right to do that," Janardan mumbled.�

"But I still can," Karo uttered.�

"Beketi, please proceed with the Special Instructions," Jang-mi said, as the cute cat appeared on the screen.

"Hello, wonderful fighters! It's me, Beketi, your friendly cat!" Beketi jumped on the handle of the slot machine and it gave them…

"Oh, look, wonderful fighters! It's my face on all three slots! Which means… I will decide the special instructions for this round!" Beketi said.�

The entire audience cheered the cute cat! I, on the other hand, was confused. Beketi is just a computer-generated character who appears only on the screen. So, someone must still control it.�

"I'm feeling a little kind right now, so…" Beketi moved closer to the screen. "I'm gonna say… There will be no special instructions for this round! Yes, fighters! I hope you appreciate my generosity."

The cheer and applause were thunderous! Karo and Janardan were so lucky, that they won't need to think about those random traps or limited attacks. Good for them! Or is it?

Since they were not limited, what are the odds that they wouldn't be too cautious about their attacks? I'm sure they're after killing each other. That's how the competition goes right now…�

With the modern technology of the entire dome, the ring was restored to its normal size.�

"Take it away, Jang-mi!" Beketi returned to her suitcase.

"Very well. No special instructions for this round, so… If both are ready… Commence!" Jang-mi signaled.

Janardan did a pose where he is only standing on one foot, then… His shadow detached from his body and stood like it's another fighter that Karo will have to face.�

"Ah, okay," Karo bit her thumb and it bled. She let the first drop approach the floor and she pointed her wand to the drop. Then, she cast a spell on it. "Sanguinavim!"�

The blood formed a human-like stance. It even has its own weapon. A spear!

Somehow, I find it cool. A fight between blood and shadow. How fascinating is that? But I know… Someone in this fight will die, which is not cool.�

Karo ran towards Janardan and attacked him with several punches. Janardan was very swift as he evaded all her moves. Janardan wasn't attacking, though. He was just avoiding her hits.�

On the other hand, the blood and shadow did their fight. It looked like a real match as they're both tangible. The shadow gets thrown and the blood doesn't break down into drops.�

"Just because we don't have time limitations doesn't mean we have to waste time. Fight back, Indian!" Karo grunted with so much irritation.�

Janardan giggled. "Don't you want to enjoy the remaining time you have left? At least, you get to experience a very interesting battle."

"Oh, that's a nice thing to say in front of a mirror, which leads me to this," Karo swished her wand by forming an inverted star, then pointed it in the middle. "Imago Tenebris!"

For a moment, Janardan became immobile, then it was like a Doctor Strange moment that his "soul" departed from his body. Then, Janardan moved, but the soul-like form of him was still there.�

Karo stepped back a little and just watched the two of them talk.�

"What are you?" Janardan asked.�

"I am you," the soul replied.�

Janardan calmly queried. "If I am you, are you going to fight me?"�

"No… But I can say a lot of things about you. Since I am you, I know you from the heart… to the deepest, darkest part of your mind," the soul said.

"What are you talking about?" Janardan uttered in a confused tone.

"This will be a great show," Karo uttered.

The soul started its litany. "You are an adopted child. You and Sanjivani. The Anthonys were childless, and in their society, people look down on them. So, they fabricated a story that they tried procreating in Morocco, and returned to Mumbai after two years with two children. You and Sanjivani."

"Why are you saying that? That's our family secret," Janardan whispered.

"I am here to reveal them all…" the soul uttered.

"Stop!" Janardan tried fighting the soul, but the soul just stood there. Intangible as it is, it couldn't be hurt by Janardan's attacks.

"With your cheerful and remarkably positive outlook in life, no one would notice that you're a fraud. You paid the school with our parents' riches to be awarded first honors in the entire grade school. A cheater as well, when you asked our parents to donate a building in our high school just to get the monthly examination papers a week before the tests. In college, poor Shiva, Vishnu, Krishna, and all the other Hindu gods, you prayed to them almost every day to bless you with enough knowledge, but you made every professor who gave you failing grades, men or women, kneel down to you to perform oral sex, in exchange for high grades," confessed the soul.

"Stop it! Stop it right now!" Janardan frustratedly shouted. He's already crying. He's totally embarrassed about those things that the soul disclosed. Now, the world knows about his deepest, darkest secrets.

"That's not the end of it. You're a bully, Janardan. You've bullied a lot of kids when we were young. Yet in silence. You always make sure that you're this model kid that everyone emulates, so you do it stealthily. Who knows how many children got peed on their faces at the back side of the last building? How many students had to feed on feces because you're bored? How many kids and teens worshipped you due to fear and not admiration? You're a terrible person, Janardan Anthony. Oh, wait. You're not really an Anthony," the soul sassily said.�

"Aaaaah!" Janardan shouted, as he knelt down and hid his head in embarrassment.�

"I'm not done yet…" the soul said. "Sanjivani… Oh, poor Sanjivani… Do you remember the taste of her lips? The milk on her bosom? The fluid on her flower? When you… raped her… many times?"

I turned to Fei and put away my stare from the fight. "Oh, gosh… This is too graphic."

This is too heart-shattering. I can't stay in this dome listening to this.�