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‘I’ve killed Draven, so why is the sky still red? What is going on? Why is everyone still unconscious? Why aren’t they standing up?’ Layla thought as her eyes flickered around the arena.

All the spectators were as they were the moment Draven had activated the eye of chaos, unconscious, foaming from their mouths, and covered with red glowing streaks.

“Felix? Felix? Are you there? Can you hear me?” She pressed her finger to her earpiece.

“Ugh, no reply. He’s out too.” She fretted, tugging at the bottom of her ponytail. “Is he alright? Are they alright? Are they alive?”

She floated across the arena, over the fallen crowd from one end to the other. She placed her hands on her chest, searching for her bond with her protectors.

‘At least they’re alive.’ She breathed as she returned to the centre of the arena. “But why is the eye of chaos still on? I thought that it would go off the moment I killed him. Will it remain like this until everyone’s power is gone? No, it can’t be. I have to find