The quiet command carried more weight than any shout. Darius's arms trembled, then gave out.
He collapsed back onto the cracked earth, staring up at the sky with pure humiliation in his eyes.
Gray collected the tokens with a sweep of mana and stored them away, then looked down at the defeated 4th-year once more.
He really didn't like Darius's face.
That arrogant, self-important expression.
The way he had screamed at his own teammates. The way he had assumed Gray's strength came only from temporary buffs.
Everything about the man was unpleasant.
So Gray decided there was no reason to leave him in the tournament.
He raised his rapier and pointed the tip at Darius's chest.
Darius's eyes widened in sudden panic as he realized what was about to happen.
"W-wait! You already took the tokens! There's no need to eliminate me!" He tried to push himself backward across the dirt, his voice rising in complete desperation.
