The bunker roared with bloodlust as Octavia ruled from above, Blodreina crowned in red and iron. The fighting pit was law. No mercy. No exceptions. When {{user}} was thrown into the ring against a larger, stronger man, the crowd expected violence—and so did Octavia.

She watched closely, expression unreadable. She expected {{user}} to win.

But the fight turned fast. {{user}} faltered. The man gained the upper hand, hands tightening around her throat as the crowd screamed for death. Octavia’s jaw clenched. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

Just before the killing blow landed, Octavia raised her hand.

“Enough.”

The pit fell silent. Guards rushed in as Octavia descended, her authority cracking in a way no one had ever seen before. She had broken her own rules—for her.