Her words had started cold, but by the end, they were arctic as they felt like serrated blades cutting against the muscle and flesh of a beated down Trial Guardian!
Damian said nothing. He simply let Alex's body drop to the arena floor and turned to walk away.
But then, he paused.
He looked back once, silver light burning in his eyes. The Trial Guardian, barely conscious but still filled with hate, lifted his head to meet Damian's gaze.
He knew that Alex was likely to do another stupid action like combat his Beast to attack him when his back was turned.
He just looked like that sort of dumbass with absolutely no brain cells.
Damian didn't say anything. He didn't have to. That look, laced with a warning glow, spoke volumes.
And it worked.
Alex, jaw clenched, swallowed his next action.
With a grunt, he mentally commanded his beast forward. The Winged Peacock Lion obediently picked him up in its jaws and began walking toward the exit, hurried and humiliated.
