Chapter 30: No Room for Mercy
Elara’s POV
I breathed a sigh of relief as Ian was declared the winner of his match. The moment the instructor raised his hand, signaling the end, I felt my knees go weak with exhaustion, not from fighting, but from watching him so closely, my entire body tense like I’d been the one throwing punches.
Ian stepped back, face cold, steady as ever, though I caught the faintest tremor in his clenched fists. His opponent wasn’t as lucky, sprawled out on the ground, groaning, barely conscious. Ian didn’t even spare him a glance as he walked off the platform.
“Next!” Damien’s voice boomed across the arena, way too eager. “Eli versus Marcus!”
My stomach dropped.
Wait...what?
Me?
Already?
“No, no, no...” Myra started pacing inside my head like a storm about to
