The arena was silent.
The man who stepped through the broken wall walked onto the sand. His steps were steady, almost soundless.
He didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to.
Just standing there made the air heavy. Everyone felt it pressing down, suffocating and hard to breathe.
Selvara's broken wings twitched.
Frost cracked around her hands, and the small black horn on her forehead glowed faintly, pulsing with anger.
Her voice came sharp, cutting the silence.
"Why are you here… Lord Zagan?"
The name spread through the arena like a blade.
Students gasped. The professors still alive froze, their faces pale with a terror worse than anything they had seen so far.
Even the remaining hooded followers lowered their heads at his presence.
Azrael's chest tightened. His good hand curled into a fist. Clench.
'Lord Zagan. An unknown entity, a much more powerful threat. The one behind everything.'
