In a vast chamber located directly underneath the arena, a group of people had gathered around Slade's broken and unconscious body.
This was the infirmary ward where participants' injuries were to be treated in between matches. It was none other than the Magi from the Herbalists' Guild who tended to the injured.
However, even they found their stomachs churned seeing the state Slade was in. It wasn't his broken arms, knees, and ankles that made them shudder.
No, it was something else entirely…
Something truly insidious.
Because of Slade's status as a nobleman from Acryon, the leader of the Herbalists' Guild, Halbert Dawson, had personally stepped in.
As he gazed at the youth's body, his heart turned cold. He had never seen someone so vilely beaten. He gently pressed his hand on the youth's stomach, sending a thread of mana into the body to get a glimpse of the chaos within.
Seeing Slade's internal state, Dawson sucked in a breath of cold air.
