It's not love... it's an obsession
The entirety of the crowd burst into fear and madness as the populace ran out of the stadium with their hearts on their feet.
The nearby guards started to enclose the area, although they were terrified but that didn't stop them from securing the area.
Vlad, who was already presiding into his mansion, also felt the deadly aura that was circulating from the arena.
He halted his advance and turned back to check what could be resulting in such a toxic aura but his movement was stopped.
Individuals clothed in black cloaks leaped down from the ceiling and surrounded Vlad's position.
Amongst the men, came a a distinct person that left Vlad stunned, one of his closest commanders, strode to the front before removing the hood from his face.
"Selvin." Vlad called out, his face was filled with surprise since he could already read the room and tell it an a trap.