Being of the Lord realm, Troy naturally took pride in his abilities.
Yet here he now stood defeated by Michael's faction.
It would have been one thing if he had simply been outmatched, but Michael had completely overpowered him. The only reason Troy had managed to land a fatal blow at all was because his two companions, both from the same realm as him, had been present.
At that moment, the broadcast abruptly cut off. There was no need for the world to witness the Emperor's judgment.
"I have seen enough."
The Emperor's voice echoed in the arena, his crimson gaze settling on Troy.
"P—Please!" Troy's knees buckled as he dropped to the ground. His forehead kissing the floor in a desperate appeal.
Those behind him followed his example.
"Give us another chance. We spent so much—"
The Emperor cut him off.
"Your troops lost to a faction with a tenth of your strength. They did not even possess a single Lord. Nobody needs an incompetent soldiers like you. Leave my sight."
