The arena was almost empty now, with only Vell, the guild masters, and a few of the braver guards remaining on the bloodstained floor.
The silence felt heavy after all the chaos that had unfolded.
Sara watched from her hiding spot behind a massive pillar, her mind still reeling from the display of power. 'I should leave,' she thought, but her feet felt rooted to the spot, a mix of curiosity and terror keeping her in place. She needed to see how this absurd situation would end.
Vell's sword hummed with a strange power as he spoke, "Now then, shall we finish this properly?"
The guild masters slowly pushed themselves to their feet, their fancy clothes torn and their proud faces showing clear signs of pain, but their eyes still burned with a deep, furious anger.
"You have made a terrible mistake," the shadowy master said, spitting a glob of blood onto the ground. "Even if you manage to kill us, the other sections of the city will not stand for this blatant disrespect."
