Broken by One, Desired by All
He let out a low, chilling chuckle that made my skin crawl, his gaze flicking casually toward the instructors who sat like statues in the distance, completely oblivious to my suffering.
"And the others?" He gestured lazily toward the crowd with his free hand, as though discussing the weather rather than my imminent death. "They see a glorious fight, a testament to junior prowess. I used an illusion spell of the highest grade… a masterpiece of deception that took me months to perfect. Not even the instructors would detect it, so thorough is the weaving. To everyone else, we are still fighting with honor and skill. They see you struggling valiantly against a worthy opponent, they see me pushin