Sealed in Defeat

That was why Victor had only muttered, "Nice stroke, pretty wild," and figured the lettering looked familiar. He never dreamed someone could push handwriting into god-tier territory.

Victor said, "Well, today was a real eye-opener for us!"

Most folks in the room were just rubberneckers who couldn't tell a fountain pen from a felt-tip; they were already losing it over Elara's two-fisted drafting.