PASSIVE MOCKERY

Up in the VIP section, the air was thick with unspoken agreements. Despite the murmurs rippling through the stadium, none of the dignitaries seated in the high-class area uttered a word about the Dragonyx family's defeat. It was an unspoken rule—one ingrained in those who truly understood power.

Kael Dragonyx, the head of his illustrious bloodline, sat calmly, his expression betraying nothing. His deep, piercing gaze followed Kelvin and his group as they exited the arena, taking in every movement, every subtle detail. He appeared relaxed, almost indifferent, yet there was an unmistakable weight in his silence.

Behind him, his aged right-hand man shifted slightly before leaning in. "Lord Kael, should we—"

Before he could finish, Kael raised a hand ever so slightly, cutting him off. His voice was smooth, unwavering.

"It's not needed," he said, his tone carrying an almost amused finality. "Let's just watch and see how the events unfold."