SILENCE.
You could hear the flick of ash, the faint hiss of lava cooling on black rock, the sharp breath of disbelief caught in everyone's throats. The moment Foxgirl's bloodied, broken body was tossed like trash, everything stopped.
What was once a chaotic, over-the-top arena full of snappy remarks, exaggerated flexes, and competitive showboating—suddenly felt like something else.
Something darker… maybe even uncomfortable.
Vixen took a single step forward, but her legs trembled like reeds in a storm. It was almost like she'd forgotten how to walk. Her breath caught somewhere between her chest and her throat.
"Si…"
Her lips parted—no sound.
Her eyes were wide, glassy, and trembling like a dam on the verge of bursting. Her entire body shivered uncontrollably as she tried to process something she didn't have the tools to understand.
And yet—Ezel just… tossed her.
Like garbage.
