Windsor's POV
Days had stretched into an endless blur since everything collapsed around us.
Seven long, suffocating days had passed since Mr. Sinclair was dragged away in handcuffs. The evidence against him was overwhelming. The livestream footage, countless testimonies, the network of secret tunnels beneath his cabin, and the army of devoted students he had manipulated into his twisted vision. The proof was so damning that his removal from the Praetor race happened within hours. His reputation crumbled instantly across all territories. The public reaction was swift and merciless. People didn't just abandon him. They were revolted. Furious. And they had every right to be.
