The Proctor stood beside Alex, his eyes scanning the stunned crowd.
Thousands of spectators sat frozen—some slack-jawed, others wide-eyed, a few whispering frantically to anyone who would listen.
He opened his mouth, and immediately, his voice rang out across the stratum like rolling thunder.
"I understand your fear," he began, his voice firm. "What you witnessed was the awakening of something... beyond the ordinary."
He paused, letting the words settle like dust after an earthquake.
"The Doom Beast was not part of the intended trial. It was the result of interference—corruption beyond the expectations of both mortals and immortals alike."
A ripple of unease spread through the stands.
He continued, undeterred.
"But it has been dealt with. Thanks to one participant's… decisive action."
The Proctor turned his head slightly toward Alex, who stood silently beside him.
