Right in front of me, one girl tripped over her rope and fell flat on her face. She didn't even try to get up immediately. A little further away, another girl sat on the ground, clutching her legs tightly like they had stopped working.
And in the middle of all this chaos, Austin stood there.
Watching.
Smiling.
Calm and composed, like none of this bothered him at all.
Like a demon supervising hell.
Yeah.
This wasn't training.
This was torture with a system behind it.
I scoffed under my breath and turned away.
"Not my problem."
That was when I noticed him.
Reed.
He was lying flat on the ground, completely unconscious.
"...Of course."
I walked over and nudged him lightly with my foot. There was no response at all.
I crouched down, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him up without much effort. His body was completely limp, like dead weight.
"Useless."
His head fell back loosely, and his arms hung without any strength.
