After the fight ended, Jax checked his status.
[CHAMPION STATUS: JAX RAYNE]
[LEVEL: 3.4 / 50.0]
[EXPERIENCE: 2,900 / 10,000]
'Still crawling. But progress is progress.'
The arena shifted back to its original configuration. Furniture materialized. The elevated seats returned.
Zharina sat in her chair, radiating pure hatred. Her arms were crossed. Her jaw clenched. Her golden eyes burned holes into Jax's skull.
Lysandra stood. "The interview vote for Mr. Jax Rayne currently stands at 3-0. One more 'no' vote, and he is eliminated."
She turned to Zharina. "Professor Zharina. Given your... wager, I assume you're voting 'yes'?"
Zharina's eye twitched. Her fist clenched.
Then, through gritted teeth: "...Yes."
The word sounded like it physically hurt her.
Lysandra nodded. "The vote is now 3-1. We resume voting. Professor Gareth, you're next."
Gareth sat rigid, his expression sour.
