Chained Ruler

That student, that Reaper was Elijah.

He was alone.

The Elite training room on the fourth floor, which should've been full, was empty.

As if it were a ghost town. A house of horrors.

Maybe that was too much.

Right, well, in this case, it would've been more accurate to say 'horror' instead.

It was obvious that Elijah was the cause of such a scene.

His existence seemed to be ignored but also feared.

Why?

Was it because Elijah was an Elite?

No, as Emir 'scrolled' through his other 'named' students, he found them surrounded by many who wished to be in their graces.

Max had his goons with him, threatening another poor soul.

Those goons appeared to be less enthusiastic about it, however.

'A good burial would do.'

Sofia had many admirers flock to her, like a stampede pushing and pulling to reach her, groveling at her feet even.

She ignored them.

'Keep up the good work, kid.'