The sprawling crowd of spectators fell into a brief, heavy silence as Kai Syaoran slowly and gently laid the frozen, crystalline body of Chen Feiyu onto the metallic floorboards of the arena. The profound sense of respect and solemn understanding he held toward the deceased warrior resonated outward, filling the immediate air with a weight that everyone present could distinctly feel.
Then, the spell broke.
"Yeah! Kill! Incredible!"
A chaotic chorus of shouts erupted from the gathering of disciples, their voices filled with intense excitement. Some cheered for the display of pure physical dominance, while others shouted out of a twisted fascination with the spectacular, frozen nature of the death itself.
Amidst the roaring applause, Kai Syaoran stood entirely frozen in time, the heavy white sabre hanging loosely in his grip. He could not think. He could not breathe. Within the chaotic confines of his mind, a single, agonizing word sat uncomfortably: Why?
