The machine used to transport Xavier came to a slow stop a few meters away from the grand stage. Without care, his battered body was thrown to the ground, landing harshly before the countless spectators whose hungry eyes immediately devoured the sight of him.
Blood streamed from the deep cuts left by the chains wrapped around his body. His once pure silver hair had turned reddish from the stains, sticking messily to his pale face. Xavier's bright emerald eyes, once capable of shaking kingdoms, now looked like a violent storm drained of life. They were dull, exhausted, yet somehow still awake.
The shocking part was that despite everything done to him, he still had not lost consciousness.
The moment he hit the floor, loud laughter exploded throughout the massive hall. The crowd stared at him with hatred, mockery, and satisfaction burning in their eyes.
