She shrugged. “Fury breaks windows. But sorrow? Sorrow breaks people.”
It wasn’t just loud. It was haunting . It sounded like a lost puppy, a canceled birthday party, and a dropped ice cream cone all at once. Rivals WAAA WAAAAA
The crowd gasped. Magnus the Magnificent, the five-time champion, was crying. Big, fat, silent tears rolled down his cheeks. His mustache drooped. She shrugged
And as the judges raised Lil’ Squall’s hand in victory, the arena echoed with a final, fading — not from a competitor, but from the heart of a former champion learning to lose. Sorrow breaks people
The shockwave hit Magnus like a tidal wave of pure, pathetic despair. He tried to counter—to roar back with a powerful battle cry—but his voice cracked. All that came out was a tiny, humiliated