Chapter 143: Humiliated…
Ember moved forward and forced her brother to the ground.
"Do you yield?" Ember asked, holding the blazing sword steady, its tip hovering inches from her brother’s chest.
"I would never surrender to you," He shouted, trying to deny the obvious reality, he had been defeated.
Ember’s eyes narrowed as Rowan’s defiant words echoed across the arena. Her grip tightened on the blazing sword, its fiery edge casting flickering shadows across Rowan’s defiant face. Fury burned in her soul, the arrogance in her brother’s eyes infuriated her.
So she stepped into her stomach, forcing a scream of pain out of his useless lips.
"Stop doing that, trash. Our father will be furious when he learns about it," Rowan screamed trying in despair.
"Always so pathetic and spoiled," she whispered, just loud enough for her brother to hear. "That’s why you’ll never grow."
Without a second word, she pressed the tip of the blade down. The superheated metal bit into the flesh of Rowan’s shoulder, a searing line of pain blossoming across his skin.
A guttural scream tore from his throat, echoing through the stands.
His body arched, a desperate, reflexive twist against the agony. The burning pain was absolute, consuming every other sensation.
His pride rumbled under the weight of the pain. Blood trickled from the wound, mingling with the ash-strewn ground as he writhed, his earlier bravado reduced to a whimper.
The crowd watched in stunned silence.