The barrier collapsed like shards of glass, leaving behind silence and a ruined arena—its stones cracked, its center scorched, and at the very heart of it stood Alex.
He had already deactivated his physique, looking normal. But that normality shocked people, as they all knew it shouldn't be possible.
Whatever had happened inside the dome must have been dangerous. They knew it.
So, how was Alex unscathed?
How was he fine after facing whatever he was facing?
However, Velmar Thornmere soon pulled the attention. He glitched violently and convulsed with spasms that twisted his limbs at unnatural angles.
His breath hitched and trembled. His mouth foamed. His eyes rolled.
Unlike Alex, he wasn't fine, and by now, everyone could tell that.
"Velmar!" Duke Thornmere's voice shattered the stillness.
He leaped from the stands, his eyes blazing as his cloak billowed behind him like a stormcloud.
There was no dignity in his sprint, only the desperate fury of a father.
