In the middle of the dueling arena, the only people still standing were a few trembling ordinary contestants. By now, no one was fantasizing about showing off in the arena anymore; they were only worrying whether they would be mistaken for assassins who had taken part in the attack. The defensive barriers around the arena had already been lifted, but the Greek Aurors and Hit Wizards still stayed rather obediently outside the field and did not come in.
Corpses of contestants lay scattered all over the dueling arena, most of them no longer intact: abdomens hollowed out, intestines and organs spilled everywhere; limbs torn off while they were still alive, heads rolled aside like balls and covered in dust; bodies burned into charcoal twisted into grotesque shapes; bodies petrified and then shattered by Diffindo, with only their eyeballs staring straight up at the sky like dead fish eyes...
The Undead Creatures that had densely covered the field before, bringing an endless sense of oppression, had all vanished, sent back to the Underworld by Allen.
But the Devils were still wandering the field. The lesser Devils greedily harvested the souls of the dead wizards and offered them up to their superiors. No one dared step forward to stop them, because Allen Harris was standing nearby, and he did not stop them.
The battle over by Harris's box in the stands had also ended. The assassins capable and lucky enough to escape had already fled by Apparition, while those who failed to get away had their wands confiscated one by one and were squatting in the corner with their hands over their heads. The remaining audience members in the stands did not flee either. Looking at the white-haired wizard in ancient magical robes standing in the dueling arena, they sat in their