The sharp, chilling silence in the arena stretched, broken only by the faint, distant sounds of the city outside the Blackwood estate.
James Ravenstein lay dismembered near the public trash bins, his life right now was being maintained by the rapid application of healing potions by a shocked medical team.
Klaus, his sword already sheathed had spoken a single word "Trash," and calmly walked back to his seat beside William.
The words, "TRASH," lingered in the air for a moment declaring klaus's superiority in the air itself.
Every youth who had thought of targeting Klaus, every scion who harbored hidden jealousy, now trembled with a palpable fear.
They had just witnessed true horror. They knew it was a warning for them to not mess around him.
The expressions on the faces of the Paragons, seated on their elevated platform, ranged dramatically.
the patriarch of the Ravenstein family made an expression filled with incandescent rage, a direct challenge to his authority.
