"What did you think? That you would win?" Caius asked, his eyes glowing in shades of red as he looked at his younger brother, now missing an entire arm.
"I…" Theron tried to speak, but his words were lost as his gaze fell back on his severed arm.
The crowd was just as stunned.
Wasn't Caius the one being pushed around on the platform just seconds ago? Yet now Theron was the one missing an arm—an arm that had disintegrated before their very eyes.
From where to where?
Was this how quickly a battle could change? How quickly one's life could be overturned?
A heavy silence fell as everyone struggled to comprehend what had just happened.
Even the older figures in the crowd were lost in thought.
Theron's arm regenerated soon after, good as new, but his shaken expression remained. He looked at the restored limb, watching it tremble.
"What tremendous force…" a calm male voice echoed across the Federation, drawing everyone's attention.
