Everyone stared blankly at the girl emerging from the toxic mist.
Their eyes were filled with shock, awe, terror, and an indescribable sense of
reverence.
Even the Severian officials, who looked at Serena with absolute venom, had faces that were deathly pale.
Their eyes burned with toxic hatred, yet it was painfully obvious that they were paralyzed by sheer terror.
They gritted their teeth, glaring at her, but none of them dared to make a single move.
Because standing outside Cabin 10 weren't just the tournament organizers anymore.
The Elyndor State Department and the embassy staff had arrived in full force.
Ambassador Sterling, Consul Bennett, and a massive contingent of Elyndorian officials had taken absolute control of the floor.
The thunderous authority of Elyndor had descended.
With them standing guard, no matter how much the Severian officials gnashed their teeth, they wouldn't dare try anything in broad daylight.
"Contestant Serena!"
Seeing her walk out completely unharmed, Ambassador Sterling nearly choked up. He took a massive stride forward, rushing to check on the nation's ultimate savior. "Don't come any closer." The girl paused, holding up a hand to stop him in his tracks.
Ambassador Sterling froze.
"Stay back. There's still residual toxic gas on me; it hasn't completely dissipated," she said, her voice slightly hoarse but carrying its usual lazy indifference.
Ambassador Sterling halted immediately, looking at her with deep concern. "Then are you "
"I'm fine." Serena glanced at the time. "The gas around here will take about fifteen more minutes to clear out completely."
She lazily lifted her gaze, looking toward Cabin 10 and the severely pale Severian officials, her tone icy. "I'll leave the cleanup of the Severian government's human experiment fallout to you, along with the data handover for the mutant remains inside."
Serena shifted her gaze back to Ambassador Sterling. "I trust you can handle it." Her tone didn't sound like a request.
It sounded like a direct order from a commanding officer.
And yet, neither Ambassador Sterling nor Consul Bennett felt even the slightest bit offended.
On the contrary, their first instinct was to eagerly execute her commands.
"Understood." Ambassador Sterling swallowed his overwhelming emotions and nodded firmly. "Leave the aftermath to us."
Consul Bennett stood beside him,
staring at Serena with burning, tear-filled eyes radiating immense pride." "Please rest assured!
MISS Serena The nation will fight this war
to the bitter end! We won't let a
single one of these butchers escape!"
Serena gave a simple "Mhm." She withdrew her gaze, slipped her hands back into her pockets, and didn't offer another word.
She stepped forward with her long legs, bypassing everyone as she headed straight for the VIP suites.
Serena's legendary feat had already been broadcast to the world through the massive screens.
As she walked down the corridor.
Whether it was the Severian officials, the tournament organizers, or the stunned staff members-the
moment they saw her approaching, they instinctively scrambled out of her way.
It was as if their bodies realized, purely out of survival instinct, that blocking her path was a fatal mistake.
Within the crowded venue, a wide, open path miraculously cleared itself for her.
Every single gaze locked onto her was filled with absolute shock and deep-seated
fear.
And yet, the girl walking past t
looked deceptively fragile. Her radiam features were striking though her complexion was noticeably pale from blood loss.
She was covered in injuries, fresh blood still lingering at the corner of her lips, her
uniform torn in multiple places.
But despite her battered state.
She commanded an aura that left the entire corridor dead silent, with no one daring to stand in her way.
Serena's expression remained perfectly calm. Hands in her pockets, she kept a steady, unhurried pace.
Under the reverent, fearful gazes of hundreds of people, she walked straight toward her destination.