The queen followed after the group of palace guards who helped carry away an unconscious prince Hairan. More guards spilled into the arena, tending to the other challengers that were unconscious or groaning on the ground, inspecting the severity of their injuries before carrying them out as well. Even Casilo was offered aid.
Circe didn't move, she wasn't even sure she was allowed to. Never in her life had she ever been this uncertain. Her gaze bounced from the patches of blood staining the arena to the prone motionless bodies. Ragnar was one of them. The guards were still yet to tend to Ragnar despite the fact that his injuries were more life-threatening than the other four challengers. No one had even done as much as approached his body. Ragnar looked like he was teetering over the threshold of death's door and yet it was like they didn't care whether he lived or died.
