"Fuck off."
The words left Razeal's lips like a curse spat at the heavens. His voice, low but cutting, echoed across the Colosseum, slicing through the tense air like a blade. And then silence. A deafening, oppressive silence fell over the massive arena.
Every spectator, from the lowliest commoner packed into the upper tiers to the nobles seated in their gilded balconies, froze as if time itself had stopped. Faces turned pale, mouths hung open in stunned disbelief. The entire Colosseum seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.
Did... did he just say that? Did he truly just use that kind of language? And to her of all people the Saintess?
Jaws seemed to crash into the floor from the sheer audacity of it. Wide eyes and trembling hands were everywhere. Even the wind dared not stir, as if the world held its breath, terrified of what might come next.
