Aster Grant's gaze followed Abel Vance's fingertip.
On the arena stage, the once mighty father and son of the Cheneys were now a sorry sight, lying limp on the ground like two dead dogs.
Shane Cheney's usually stern and rigid face was now ashen and lifeless.
Mason Cheney's mouth was bleeding, his limbs twisted, no longer boasting his former arrogance and haughtiness.
Aster looked at them coldly, with not a hint of emotion in his heart.
For years, Shane had used his power to bully and bribe, seizing countless students' Beastbonds through coercion.
Mason, relying on his father's influence, had run rampant in Lythos, bullying classmates and acting with impunity.
Their downfall today was entirely of their own making.
"Chief Vance, deal with them according to the law!"
Abel nodded slightly upon hearing this.
He had deliberately spared the Cheney father and son, originally intending to give Aster a chance to vent his anger.
But clearly, Aster had no such intention.
