For a few moments after Shen's body smashed into the wall, the entire place fell into an unnatural silence, as if even the air itself had frozen.
The wardens who had been standing around, each with their own thoughts and emotions, now had their gazes fixed on Shen's unmoving body.
Blood continued to drip down slowly from his eyes, nose and mouth, forming a small pool beneath him as his limbs twitched faintly before going completely still.
The scene felt wrong.
Not just because he was dead… but because it happened too suddenly.
"…He died?"
One of the wardens muttered under his breath, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Ziggy stood rooted to the spot, his raised arm slowly lowering as his breathing turned uneven.
His eyes were locked onto Shen's body, and a strange feeling began to rise in his chest, something that didn't quite match the rage he had felt just moments ago.
"I… didn't use that much force…" he muttered, his voice no longer as imposing as before.
