Adams' gaze drifted toward a shadowed corner of the arena where the figure stood, his expression darkening as he sensed the man's malicious intent toward Elamenor. The realization soured his mood instantly, and his frown deepened in disgust.
Without a word, Adams rose from his seat and flew to the stage, landing with an almost imperceptible grace. He looked down at Gale and Alan, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "I believe with this, you have learned your lessons," Adams said, his voice low and serious, each word carrying a weight that pressed down on the two men like a physical force.
Gale and Alan felt their hearts sink. A sense of dread washed over them, and they exchanged a brief, panicked glance. Gale's mouth went dry, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. He struggled to find his voice, his thoughts racing as he desperately prayed for some divine intervention, for some miracle that would spare them from Adams' wrath.
