For five agonizing minutes, Kenneth's screams echoed through the arena as the flames consumed him. The crowd watched in stunned silence, their faces pale with fear and awe.
With a wave of Draco's hand, the fire vanished, leaving only ashes where Kenneth once stood.
The arena was silent. Not a single soul dared to speak. The only sound was the faint crackle of the dissipating embers.
Kenneth reappeared outside the arena stage, his body trembling with fear. He held himself tightly until he realized he wasn't writhing in pain. Without a second thought, he picked up speed, running out of the arena.
Draco's figure reappeared in the arena. "Uh, what happened?" Draco was surprised and baffled by the crowd's silence.
"Woah, that fire dragon was cool!"
"It felt so real, even my body was shuddering!"
"Did I just sense another intent?"
"How strong is this guy, sef?"
"No wonder the top beauties chose him."
