For a while, the Colosseum kept ringing with cheers and yells filled with shock and disbelief.
But as the dust had started to settle on the place Varacius had crashed into, an eerie stillness spread across the Colosseum.
It was as if the very air itself was warning about something impending.
The once deafening cheers and murmurs of disbelief faded into a hushed, almost reverent silence.
Everyone's eyes were locked onto the wreckage where Varacius had landed.
Was he unconscious? Could he even stand after that? What was happening?
A moment passed, then another. A flicker of movement drew everyone's attention.
They recalled how Leon, the vice president of the Berserker Club, rose even after a slap from Alex, so they thought that, although Varacius was slapped with more force, as the president, he would still rise.
And true to their belief, through the cloud of dust and shattered stone, Varacius stirred.