Ezekiel's gaze remained fixed on the pile of ash that was once Isaac.
His stomach churned, but he forced himself to stay calm.
His heart thudded relentlessly in his chest, and a sense of unease settled over the group.
For a moment, the trial zone was silent, except for the faint crackling of residual flames.
Those still outside the trial zone, standing on the edge of the starting, had seen everything clearly.
Their faces were pale, and their hands trembled.
"Forget this—I'm out of here!" shouted Hugh, a tank-like player with broad shoulders and a thick neck.
His voice was loud and shaky as he began backing away from the area.
Micah one of the three who hadn't entered the trial yet, turned his head sharply.
"What? You can't just—"
"I'm not staying here to get roasted alive!" Hugh snapped.
His massive hands were clenched into fists, but his eyes betrayed his fear.
