CHAPTER 840
For a moment, the entire coliseum descended into absolute silence.
Fenrir had just been smashed away, and Alba's group had successfully forced Pluck to his knees, only for the Leader of the Watcher's Clan to interrupt the finishing blow.
The sudden quiet was unnerving, causing Orion to lift an eyebrow as he performed a quick, predatory scan of the arena.
What he saw made his body shake in genuine shock.
Rowen had been decapitated, his reign ended in a heartbeat. Drevor's body was now little more than a bloody pulp.
Selene lay motionless, impaled upon a sword with a strange, haunting smile fixed on her face.
The leaders of the other clans within the Aetherian faction… had they truly lost?
Turning to look for those who had been battling these monsters, he saw the victors sprawled across the ground, unconscious or flagging, while being guarded by a small circle of allies.
