"What just happened?!" Alora's eyes went wide. This time around, not even Arnold could reply. He was also staring at the arena with wide eyes, his face frozen in absolute disbelief.
It was like time paused for the colosseum. Everyone still couldn't process what just happened. Not once had there been such an occurrence, it was so strange, no one could speak.
In unison, their eyes went to Saul who was also on his feet. "The next game will be held tomorrow." He announced, turned and left with Apollyon right behind him.
The crowd went cold as many eyes fell on Godfrey. Percival went back to the room and sat down.
"Did you get him?" He whispered as the room began to descend.
Godfrey nodded.
"What happened up there has affected Saul's prestige. People will see you as more than meets the eye, a force that even Saul lost to. His plan failed and ours has taken a step further but…"
Percival looked at the wall.
"When we get down… are we going to walk free or be surrounded?"
