BOOM!!!
That sound echoed through the sky-ring land and out of where the people in the arena where watching from.
"..." Sultan pulled his shaky hand back. "Hey, this... This is an illusion, isn't it? Or a... a clone?" Asher obviously couldn't respond to his questions.
"!!!" Oliver took to his feet.
"Do you think that kid has life insurance?" William said shakily as he stood up from his seat.
"Life insurance won't cut it for the Master's son." Gilbert replied with common knowledge. "Hey Qing-Jao, is that kid really—"
Gilbert looked to his side, but his assistant wasn't there.
"Get it off." They all suddenly heard a whisper. Looking down, they found Qing-Jao squatting on the floor.
"Qing?..." Gilbert stood worriedly.
Qing-Jao stared at her shaky hands. "Why? I don't understand? What did I do?"
As she looked back up at Gilbert, he shirked back; the whites of her eyes were turning red and black, as if she was in deep pain.
