A few minutes later, the arena fell silent, and the dust settled. A complete silence.
The crowd looked on in astonishment. Where dozens had been standing, now only a single girl remained. Melfrey’s elites lay in the area surrounding her. They were all clutching their arms, curling up in pain, and writhing on the ground.
Dylan stood frozen and struggled to find words.
But, no one noticed that a man who lay on the ground was quietly pulling out a dagger. He suddenly sprang up and lunged at the girl’s back.
This man was the leader of the Hurricane Mercenary Corps.
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