Leon's inner dilemma continued.
Pulling his gaze away from the ranking fight above him, Leon looked toward the people and the surroundings instead. He took in the fervor burning in their eyes, the way they cheered wildly each time blood spilled in the battle above them.
Even those who looked as if they were on the verge of death seemed entranced by the fight above.
As Leon continued to watch, he slowly came to a realization. On a fundamental level, the city was broken.
And so were its people.
'Even if I don't participate, and allow one to have a chance at success, they'll still eventually die.'
Leon looked up once more.
The fight was slowly coming to an end. When Leon's gaze returned to the hologram, he watched as one of the warriors lunged forward and seized his opponent's jaw with both hands.
With a brutal pull, he tore it open.
Blood sprayed in every direction as the crowd erupted into feverish cheers.
"Waaaah!"
"Ishma! Ishma! Ishama!"
