Victory, of course.

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From: rlupton@aol.com (RLupton)
Date: 29 May 1999 15:08:29 EDT

The whirling dance ritual practice at dawn seemed to fade almost seamlessly into the actual battle within the challenge ring. The whispered support of love at his back, he entered the destined center ring, the duels' history emanating from its sandy floor. Long forgotten stains of blood and sweat hid beneath the golden blanket, some of which he claimed as his own.

In the spiritual presence of legend, within the sphere where Dalamar had died and Xeno defeated Falon, the battle commenced. He had no doubts on the outcome, and the bringing of his victory to reality was even easier than expected.

As he donned the Sixth Ring and began his exit from the ring, time froze in its progression. The crowd slowed to a near halt as his gaze swept them. His search found a smiling glow, salient amongst them. With his destination in sight, time resumed its motion, and he quickly found her in his arms. All was right.