Young was in trouble.
He was under the feet of the blue-eyed criminal.
His right foot was on the neck of the twelve year old slave and the boy was suffering. He was facing trouble breathing.
Everyone saw it and they came to only one conclusion.
Young would die.
He would be the first and only one to die in the training today.
How did he come to that? How did he become like that? No one cared and that wasn't important right now either. The only thing mattered was that the slave was near death.
Young had a sword in the start but now the sword was lying far away from him.
He was staring at the face of the criminal and he saw his death in those eyes.
The criminal had no emotion on his face and with those cold eyes, he locked his gaze with Young. He would watch the boy dying in front of him. He would watch the boy be devoid of his soul right in front of his eyes. He would see the soul leaving the boy's body in front of his eyes.
