The stadium, once packed with thousands of roaring spectators, was now a fractured shell of its former self: cracked concrete, shattered glass, and torn metal strewn everywhere like the aftermath of a natural disaster. The only ones left were the hundreds of black-suited personnel moving with sharp precision, managing the chaos, tending to the injured, and sealing off what remained of the arena.
The ones responsible?
They were long gone.
Titan had vanished into the sky without a second glance, as if everything that had just happened was beneath him. Kaela had roared off on her bike, leaving nothing but the fading echo of her engine and the memory of her manic grin.
And Elara staggered beside Ethan.
Her arm was draped over his shoulder, her weight leaning heavily against him as he supported her with one arm wrapped around her waist. She was light, but in his current state, even holding himself upright seemed like a struggle.
