Suddenly, with all of them watching.
Thunder Baboon's head—
Dropped.
It was a clean cut.
The massive beast that had once radiated overwhelming power—
Had been felled in an instant.
Silence.
An unnatural, all-consuming silence.
It spread through the arena like a plague.
No one spoke.
No one breathed.
The sound of the Baboon's head hitting the dirt should have been insignificant.
But in that moment—
It was deafening.
The disciples—
Their mouths hung open.
Their eyes stretched wide, unblinking.
Their hands trembled.
Some of them had even forgotten how to stand, sinking to their knees.
One disciple tried to speak—
But his voice failed him.
Another disciple, standing near the front, had been gripping the edge of his seat so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
His lips quivered.
The words that formed in his mind—
Could not leave his mouth.
He knew what he had seen.
He knew what had happened.
But his mind refused to accept it.
Because it was impossible.
