Third person's POV
As Aiden stumbled to the ground, blood seeping from the wound in his neck, chaos erupted in the training area. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mixing with the smell of sweat and fear.
"Aiden!" A female voice yelled again. It was Roselia. She had been at the other end of the circle watching everything.
Her eyes caught the moment Aiden was being stabbed, and in a panic, she ran to his aid, her heart pounding in her chest.
The other warriors also rushed forward, some to restrain Derek, others to aid the fallen Aiden. The air crackled with tension, the sound of hurried footsteps and shouted commands creating a cacophony of urgency.
Chloe's eyes widened in shock, her usually impeccable composure momentarily shattered. She hadn't expected this turn of events, and for a brief moment, guilt flashed across her face. Her fingers twitched, as if wanting to reach out to Aiden.
