The crowd was silent.
They had seen one-sided matches before—Dark Moon College wasn't exactly a stranger to crushing victories. But rather than a normal battle divided into victor and loser, it was more like a public execution done with a smile.
Kain stood calmly, hands clasped behind his back, observing Lukas's agony like he was evaluating a piece of mildly interesting art.
Across from him, Lukas's body trembled uncontrollably. Bea's invisible control kept him upright, locked in place, jaw clenched, eyes wide and frantic. He knew now, deep in his bones, that he wasn't leaving this battle intact. Even if Kain wouldn't destroy him physically—the College would probably get all annoying about that if he did—but there's no way they could scold Kain for invisible mental scars he inflicts.
