Ponte: Gasp!

Ponte: It’s okay, I’m fine, it’s okay, I’m fine...

Ponte: I hope that didn't kill them... but maybe this counts as a win?

Ponte: !!

Ponte: Gah! Hot!!

Ponte: Gah! Hot!!

Ponte: It's boiling-!

Salus: ... I see now...

Salus: This place… it is but a temple to a wretched false god-

Salus: A profane ritual of demons and heretics- too cowardly, too selfish to succumb to the cycle of death and life!

Salus: And for what! A supposed "wish"?!

Salus: You all disgust me.

Ponte: c-cold-

Salus: Well then Imp,

Salus: Forfeit.

Ponte: h-huh? wha-

Ponte: I- uh, I... I ca-

Ponte: ah- I... c-c-cold...

Ponte: guh...

Ponte: I-I....

Ponte: I forfeit...

Salus: ...well?

Salus: That is satisfactory to your terms, is it not?

Novette: Correct. One of your opponents is knocked out and the other has forfeited, therefore you are the winner. Congratulations-

Salus: Save it for the results. Show me the exit from this arena.

Novette: Very well, follow me.

Salus: Oh and-

Salus: Thank you.

Ponte: Huh?!

Salus: You have my sincere gratefulness-

Salus: For now I know the true nature of this competition,

Salus: And that my purpose here -

Salus: Is to destroy that wish.