As pieces of Derek's body fell to the ground, the entire arena turned deathly quiet.
No cheers, no clapping, not even gasps—just pure silence.
Looking at Derek's body, Logan felt no emotions.
'Well,' he thought, shaking his head slightly. 'I might get in trouble for this.'
The jurors quickly jumped off their podium, rushing towards Derek.
As they reached him, ugly expressions spread across their faces, knowing this was irreparable.
One of them stood up and quickly approached Logan.
"That strike was excessive," the juror snapped, voice tight with anger. "Do you realize what you've done?"
"It was an accident," Logan said, his expression neutral. "Besides, he signed up for this possibility."
"An accident? Hell as if it was," the juror shouted, quickly being stopped by another juror.
Leaving the shouting juror behind, Logan slowly walked off the field.
