Chapter 224: Burning With Rage (2)
An alert went off for the countless military officers of the Solar Federation Empire, the ones in charge of Neo-Britannia’s capital. Dozens of them rushed in the same direction.
Since the alert had come from a member of New Arcadia’s group, the high-ranking officers from that empire—who were present for the tournament—were also notified and moved out together.
When they reached the large building, the door opened automatically, allowing the group to enter. Inside, nearly twenty people found Darian in the Divine Meditation Hall, standing beside the four members of his group—completely unconscious.
"Darian! What happened?" one of the high-ranking officers from his own empire asked urgently.
Darian took a deep breath and looked at everyone in the room.
"Good question. I found them collapsed—barely alive. I stabilized them, but it cost me a bunch of artifacts..."
Everyone rushed to check on the four, and their faces sank. This had never happened before. When arriving, everyone was told they couldn’t stay more than one hour in the hall—or they’d risk injury.
Of course, there’d been a few idiots who tried to push it. But even then, after a minute past the limit, they’d suffer a minor soul wound and be automatically forced out. Sure, it would mess with their tournament chances, but nothing that couldn’t be healed over time.
Now these four... had soul wounds way deeper than anything they’d ever seen—especially one of them, whose condition looked awful. How the hell did it get this bad without them being kicked out?
The high-ranking officer looked at Darian, clearly tense. People had high expectations for his group in this tournament... and now...
He turned to the Solar Federation’s officers. "We demand an explanation. Bring up the recordings. Now."
Everyone went serious. Something was clearly off, and they had to investigate ASAP. One of the officers didn’t waste time—he activated an emergency badge and sent a message.