After Nebula's battle was over, Draven was picked up by his servants and taken into his hotel room to help him get better.
With his terrible condition, the odds weren't in his favor. He would most likely spend at least two weeks in a coma until his entire body was healed back to form again.
Nebula showed absolutely no sympathy for her opponent as she floated back to her seat.
Ravager, Draxis, Widowed Nyx, and the rest of the fighters all showed black lines on their foreheads from distress.
'How can I take down such a monster...' Ravager clutched his fists tightly, 'Is saving my little sister really a hopeless wish?'
Ravager worked his ass to the bone in the past six months to prepare for the tournament, creating new powerful abilities and enhancing his battle experience.
But, what he had witnessed made him understand that everything he had worked for would be for naught if he landed in Nebula's hands.
