Alpha Nox
Warriors dressed in black, likely drowning in sweat under the sun’s heat, lined the dirt path. Their job wasn’t to keep us from slaughtering one another. No, they were the ones tasked with dragging our unconscious, lifeless bodies from the circuit.
I might not have had to worry about Kofi’s warriors taking me out, but there were still thirty-nine other heads that wouldn’t hesitate to bleed me dry.
The crowd fell silent as Phineas stood from his seat. Annika and Kofi did the same, poised at his side. It was a silent show of unity. One big, fat lie that would come crumbling down after today.