Allen watched the brutal scene, feeling the weight of his helplessness
He wanted to stop it, to put an end to the violence, but he knew the consequences would be dire. The tournament rules were ironclad—interfering in a battle could cost him everything, including his hard-earned points and his place in the competition, and Allen couldn't break that. He needed a lot of points to get down to the 10th floor.
"Hahahaha, this is good! This elf doesn't give up!" he rained punches down on Hafrun's battered face. The elf's resilience only seemed to fuel Augustus's savage delight. "Even after all this, she's still holding on! That's what I like to see!"
The relentless assault continued until finally...
"That's enough."
A voice cut through the chaos, calm yet commanding. Augustus turned to see a girl standing behind him, her voice amplified by an amnis speaker. It was Felicia, the president of the student executive.
