(Execution Livestream Continuation, The Pit)
The tension in the air refused to dissipate and instead clung to the heart of the Chakravyuh like a living thing, heavy and suffocating, as Mauriss stood with his arms crossed, weight settled casually on one leg, gaze fixed on Kaelith with a look that hovered somewhere between amusement and appraisal, while Helmuth remained several paces away, his massive axe still angled toward the Eternal Sovereign, the blade lowered just enough to signal restraint rather than forgiveness.
Neither of them looked pleased.
The interruption lingered between them like a stain that refused to wash away, because from Helmuth's perspective, he had been denied his victory moment, and from Mauriss's it had been redirected, while Kaelith stood at the center of their collective displeasure, feeling the pressure from both sides and finding it increasingly difficult to understand how either of them could miss what seemed obvious to him.
'Unbelievable.'
