As the dust settled from Kelvin's ominous departure, the atmosphere in the coliseum remained thick with tension. Bowen, still reeling from the exchange with his son, clenched his fists tightly. His heart raced, and his mind whirled with questions he could no longer contain. Without thinking, he turned sharply towards the Vice Chancellor, who remained standing calm and composed in the aftermath of Kelvin's chilling display.
"Vice Chancellor!" Bowen's voice echoed across the coliseum, louder than he intended. His eyes burned with a mixture of grief and fury. "What connection is there between my daughter's death and the leader of the First Magi? You owe me an explanation!"
