The sun finally set, but Denverville was lit up, and the arena was as bright as day. Most of the lights were around the arena—covering every corner.

"Felix, please." Nala turned toward Felix, a tear falling down her cheek.

When he saw this, he said solemnly, "You will be Nala Hughman from now on."

They took a deep breath, stood up, and walked forward in sync. At this point, everyone standing below could see them clearly.

Nala slowly took off her veil, and the black and red scabs on her face