The anticipation in the arena was palpable as the announcer introduced me, the champion of Qarth, and my opponent, the formidable champion of House Lionheart. Stepping into the arena, my heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of adrenaline and nervousness coursing through my veins. I scanned the crowd, their eager faces filled with anticipation for the upcoming fight. My opponent towered over me, his imposing presence casting a shadow on the ground. As the fight commenced, he unleashed a flurry of strikes, each blow landing with precision and force. I found myself on the defensive, desperately trying to evade his relentless attacks. The crowd roared with excitement, reveling in the display of raw power and skill.With a swift motion, my opponent reached for a mace, a weapon capable of inflicting serious damage. As the deadly weapon came crashing towards me, I braced myself, but could not fully avoid the blow. The mace pierced my lower abdomen, causing searing pain to shoot through my b

As I entered our chambers, Agnes rushed towards me, her eyes filled with worry and remorse. Without wasting a moment, she began to apologize repeatedly, her words tumbling out in a torrent of guilt.“I’m so sorry, Cain,” she whispered, her voice laced with regret. “I saw when you were stabbed, and I was terrified. I thought I was going to lose you.”I reached out and gently cupped her face, my eyes filled with reassurance. “Agnes, my love, I’m perfectly fine,” I assured her, my voice filled with genuine affection. “You need not worry.”Agnes’s hands trembled slightly as she carefully inspected the area where the blade had pierced my flesh. Her touch was gentle, her gaze focused and concerned. “It’s healed completely” she murmured, her voice a mix of surprise and relief. “How is that possible? It was a deep wound.”“I guess my powers are getting stronger now'' I saidA mixture of disbelief and wonder washed over her features. “I tried to withdraw you from the competition,” she confesse

As the champion of House Black Fire continued to rain blows upon me, each cut sending waves of pain through my body, I could feel my strength waning. My chest burned from the impact of his powerful kick, and I struggled to catch my breath as blood spilled onto the cold arena floor. Desperation coursed through my veins as I sought to tap into the magic within me, the transformative power of my lycan state that had saved me countless times before.But to my dismay, my attempts to draw upon that power proved fruitless. The wounds remained open and unhealed, defying the natural order of my abilities. Panic gripped me as I realized that I was without my usual defenses, stripped of the extraordinary abilities that had once been at my command. How could this be? What force had stolen away my powers?With a swift motion, the champion of House Black Fire reached for a nearby torch, a wicked smile curling upon his lips. His intention was clear – to deliver the final blow, to end my life in a bl

As I entered our chambers, Agnes rushed towards me with a mix of concern and relief painted across her face. Her eyes scanned my body, searching for any signs of wounds or injuries, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to touch me.“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice filled with a sense of urgency. “I saw the cuts you received during the fight. I was so worried that you were seriously hurt.”I smiled softly, placing my hands on her shoulders and assuring her, “I’m fine, Agnes. Thanks to your protection spell, I was shielded from the flames. You saved me.”Agnes sighed, a mixture of relief and gratitude flooding her expression. “I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “When I saw the champion of House Black Fire reaching for that torch, I knew I had to act. I couldn’t let them take you away from me.”I pulled her into a tender embrace, feeling the warmth of her presence wash over me. “I am eternally grateful, my love,”

As Agnes strolled through the opulent halls of the Royal mansion, her footsteps masked by the echoes of her surroundings, she overheard the voice of King Edward in conversation with one of his trusted advisers. Intrigued by their hushed tones, she instinctively moved closer, careful to remain concealed in the shadows.Her heart raced with anticipation as she caught snippets of their conversation, her ears straining to decipher their words. And then, the revelation hit her like a thunderbolt. There was no rebellion. King Edward had fabricated the entire plot to lure Cain into a trap, using the illusion of a rebellion as bait.Agnes gasped, her hand instinctively covering her mouth to stifle the sound. Her mind reeled with disbelief and betrayal. She had believed in King Edward’s cause, in the righteousness of their mission. But now, it became apparent that everything had been a carefully orchestrated deception.Her eyes widened as she continued to listen, her heart pounding in her ches