"So you mean now I am the rightful owner of this place..."
Ricky spoke calmly, his tone thoughtful, as his compound eyes swept across the trembling crowd of participants. A detached, almost amused indifference lingered in his gaze, as if their fates no longer mattered.
The atmosphere was deathly still. The other participants stood frozen in place, their faces pale, bodies rigid, as though the weight of the entire world had suddenly settled on their shoulders. Sweat ran in beads down their brows, and not one among them dared to take even a half-step forward.
After what had just happened to Kael Dorn, no one wanted to test the Guardian Spirit's patience again. The sight of Kael being reduced to a barely breathing pulp by a single, unseen force was more than enough.
