(Execution Livestream Continuation, The Pit)
As the Cult Army continued carving forward through the Third Ring with terrifying efficiency, cutting down Transcendent-tier defenders at a pace that shattered every prior expectation, it was not the soldiers locked in combat who reacted first to the shift in momentum, but rather the Righteous Faction's most distinguished guests and dignitaries seated behind them that did.
Positioned between the Third and Fourth Rings, their initial unease surfaced subtly, expressed through restless movement and quiet, sidelong glances toward the battlefield, as those who had arrived confident in their immunity began recalculating distances and probabilities in their minds, measuring the steadily shrinking space between themselves and the advancing carnage while watching the Third Ring's formation buckle in places it had never been designed to fail.
"This looks concerning."
"Will we be okay?"
"Holy Hell, I felt that clash here in my bones…."
