The crowd buzzed for the duel, though none of them seemed genuinely interested. Their eyes wandered elsewhere, scanning each other for potential opponents. They seemed to be cheering merely to keep the spirit alive.
But Raiden was invested. Despite Beeman's followers constantly insisting that Noelle would be easily destroyed, he kept his cool. He needed to understand how the abyss worked before doing anything reckless.
"Beeman vs. Wolf. Fight!" As soon as the announcer's voice echoed from the upper levels of the arena, Noelle dropped to one knee and grasped at her neck.
Raiden began to stand, bewildered by what was happening, but the bastards pulled him back into his seat. Their touch barely registered. His face darkened as he watched Noelle break into hysterical laughter, her voice echoing at the top of her lungs.
"Ha… Master Beeman got her."
