Rivals Waaa Waaaaa -

Magnus blew his nose loudly. “I… I don’t understand. How is sadness louder than fury?”

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

She shrugged. “Fury breaks windows. But sorrow? Sorrow breaks people.” Rivals WAAA WAAAAA

Magnus went first. He inhaled so deeply the audience’s hair blew back. Then he unleashed it: The sound was a weapon—windows shattered, toddlers cried, and the judges’ water glasses exploded. The crowd roared.

The rules were simple. Face your opponent. Scream your loudest, most pathetic, most reality-shredding until the other one cracks. Magnus blew his nose loudly

The crowd gasped. Magnus the Magnificent, the five-time champion, was crying. Big, fat, silent tears rolled down his cheeks. His mustache drooped.

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. He tried to counter—to roar back with a

Lil’ Squall walked over and offered him a tissue. “Good match,” she said.