With the coliseum plunged into silence, everyone watched in utter amazement at the scene they had just witnessed. It was a cold, relentless, and utterly humiliating experience.
In one of the waiting rooms, chaos had broken out and was raging out of control.
Splintered tables lay overturned, and furniture was reduced to rubble. The food, once carefully served, was now scattered on the floor, trampled underfoot.
But that wasn't the worst of it.
Amidst the disaster, the lifeless body of a man lay face down, his blood slowly spilling out, staining the remains of food around him. Bread, meat, and fruit mixed with his coagulated blood, forming a disgusting, grotesque mass. His arm was still trembling slightly, but his eyes were already empty.
The stench of despair, anger, and defeat permeated the air.
Scarlett stared at the screen formed by observation magic, her face completely contorted with rage and hatred.
