The command stayed clear in his mind, stronger than just the importance of the game. It wasn't just words—it felt like a call deep inside him, something that pulled at his will and started a fire he couldn't stop.
Across from him, Varaan moved smoothly, showing the strength she gained from years of hard training. Her muscles were tight like a spring ready to snap. Her violet eyes grew dark, like a storm brewing inside her. The power around her hands twisted into old, dangerous shapes—the fighting skills passed down through her family, skills that once won battles and changed kingdoms. The air between them buzzed with her energy, pressing against Kai's teeth, making them hurt from the force. They didn't talk. Words wouldn't help.
The shadowy figure—the fake wearing Kai's face—had given them a harsh choice. A cruel decision made from hate and darkness.
