The Elders on the viewing platform watched the cruel scene below, their bodies shivering as Wu ripped Vyleria's eye and admired it from up close. Elder Nyx was the most affected, her face red in anger and helplessness. Vyleria was like a daughter to her and she couldn't do anything to protect her.
"Founder Maria, I understand and respect your rules, but I once again request permission to intervene," Elder Nyx implored the Founder, her voice filled with urgency. If she were to step in, the stolen eye could still be reattached to her disciple.
"Denied," Founder Miara replied coldly, her eyes fixed on the arena. "This is the result of her own weakness. She must suffer the consequences."
"But—"
"Elder Nyx, are you questioning my judgment?" Founder Maria's eyes narrowed, her voice turning sharp.
"I apologize, Founder, but I can't watch her get hurt anymore," Elder Nyx continued, her eyes falling on the blood-soaked teen.
