I stumbled back, staring at the bloody puddle beneath the space where Soltair fell. I could still see him gasping for breath, clutching at the bloody spear and looking at me with those eyes dulled by defeat. How could he have survived something like that? I frantically scanned the colosseum, but was unable to see anything but the shocked faces of the audience. Where did it teleport him to? Was he healed in time? Would I be next, or would they conveniently forget to teleport me out?
As questions cluttered my mind, I was dimly aware of Ronin moving forward. He walked casually, embracing the scattered cheers with relaxed waves. He didn't seem to care as I scrambled away, only laughing at the futility of my cause.
