There were no doubt less painful ways to end the fight—quick ones, clean ones—but the plant, for some reason, had chosen to cook her opponent alive.
Horrific... That was the only way to describe it.
No one seemed concerned, though.
Not the proctor, the crowd, the deity, or the three in the room with him.
The how didn't matter—only the win.
Alex stared at the Tranagrian still in the arena.
His jaw clenched.
If the two ever met, he'd make sure her death was just as horrific as Kira's.
But looking at the next opponent Vess was likely to face, he knew it was unlikely they'd ever meet in the arena.
Tap... tap...
The sound of footsteps broke his focus, and he frowned.
"Seriously? Another one looking for trouble," Alex muttered.
The footsteps were measured and light compared to Brakka's, but still carried weight.
Alex didn't need to look back to see who it was—Godeyes had already shown him.
It wasn't Brakka, or the demon Malik.
Nor the elf.
