Back in the hall, the numbers kept thinning with every passing exchange. Fighters who had charged in with confidence now hesitated at the edges of the crowd, watching their allies fall one after another without landing a single meaningful blow in return.
Velion Karl stood off to the side with his arms still crossed, his expression darkening with every fighter that dropped. He hadn't moved from his spot since the mass charge began, watching everything unfold with sharp, calculating eyes.
Vorath's fists clenched at his sides as he watched the ranks he'd sent forward crumble one group at a time. "This isn't testing anymore," he muttered under his breath. "This is a slaughter."
Ahox said nothing, his jaw tight, his eyes following Arthur's every movement through the thinning crowd.
