The noise refused to die down even after the healers rushed onto the arena floor.
Questions spread everywhere.
Students whispered amongst themselves while nobles argued in the upper sections, many demanding explanations from the academy staff. Some were angry over the interrupted broadcast.
Others were terrified.
The disappearance of two S-Rank scouts wasn't something that could simply be ignored.
Yet despite all the chaos surrounding him—
Alex Thorn only looked tired.
A healer approached cautiously. "Student Alex Thorn, please come with us for treatment."
"I'm fine."
"…You are covered in blood."
"Most of it isn't mine."
The healer visibly hesitated.
Alex walked past him anyway.
Adoff stared blankly while two medics carefully lifted Ezra onto a stretcher nearby.
"You really fought that thing alone…" he muttered.
Alex glanced sideways.
"Not alone."
"Huh?"
"You guys survived too."
Adoff laughed weakly. "Pretty sure surviving wasn't because of me."
