After that genuine thrashing, Eugene was quickly taken to the infirmary. After Raymond stopped the match, he couldn't even stay conscious, fainting almost immediately.
His limp body, carried on a stretcher, gave the impression of a man on the verge of death. His swollen face, his limbs hanging loosely, nothing remained of the arrogant third-circle mage. Just a broken boy, humiliated in front of everyone. The sight was simply pathetic.
Raymond, for his part, ended the class without another word and disappeared right away. His face was closed off, his jaw clenched. Everything had spiraled out of control. Nothing had gone as planned. Eugène was supposed to beat Kara, crush her, prove once again the superiority he preached relentlessly.
But instead, it was him who had been reduced to crawling and begging. How could they have known that this bastard's only real quality was his big mouth… he wasn't even capable of accomplishing such a simple task.
