The entire Coliseum, no, the entire planet, bore a singular trait: silence, unadulterated silence. Then came expressions of shock, awe, amazement, and utter speechlessness.
None of them had chanted as the battle went on, and none had chanted as the battle ended. No, could it even be called a battle? That had been a one-sided beatdown, if they were being generous with their words. It had been a massacre, a slaughter, if they were being honest.
Most had expected Asher to win, of course, but they hadn't expected it to happen with this kind of ease. They had thought the two would at least exchange blows and injuries... but they had been terribly mistaken.
They stared at the littered corpses around the battlefield as their minds couldn't help but replay the brutality Asher had inflicted upon Isaac's clones. Decapitating someone with a mere horizontal sweep of one's hand was something many of them had only ever seen in movies.
