As the remnants of the chaos began to settle within the arena. The aftermath was evident. Numerous ascendants were apprehended, and others lay lifeless amidst the rubble, their fates sealed in a chaotic mix of ambition and power.
Selene accepted the report handed over by a disheveled security officer. "The chaos has been successfully curbed," he affirmed, attempting to mask his underlying exhaustion with a formal tone.
Selene responded. "That is good, have there been any sightings of the boss or that man?"
The officer shook his head. "No, we haven't found any trace of them."
Selene's mind began to whirl. 'What happened?'
'Based on Tropical's orders, he probably fled and Liam gave chase. But where would he escape to? '
Lost momentarily in her contemplations, Selene barely registered the abrupt shift in the security officer's demeanor.
