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she asked. "We have no choice," I replied. Victoria seemed very worried. She looked at me as if she were concerned about something big. "I'm not sure this is the right decision," she said. "What do you mean?" I asked, not understanding. "Have you forgotten? The tournament was Rose and Rylee's 13th birthday. I'm afraid the Salvatorians and the Hunters-" "They no longer exist." I cut Victoria off before she could continue. "The Salvatorians and the Hunters were wiped out when you saved Rose and Rylee."

“From this day forth, you won’t be on record as John and Katy’s father. Their surname will be changed from yours to mine. They’re my children, and they’re children of this country, but they’ll never be yours again. You’re not worthy.” Martin fell heavily to his knees. His last shred of hope was gone, and his will had been completely broken. He knew with absolute clarity that he was finished. Several guards pulled him away from me and forced him to the ground. They held him there as the villa that once carried the Gray name was reduced to rubble by the bulldozers.

“You’re a mafia boss. This should be easy.” He shot me a look but didn’t disagree. The first round lasted two minutes. I destroyed him. “What— what happened?” he asked, genuinely confused. “You died,” I said sweetly. “Keep up.” His eyes narrowed, and suddenly I knew he was taking this seriously. Damon Morettti was competitive — dangerously so. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching the screen like it owed him money. We played again. He lost… but not as badly. “Oh,” I teased, “you’re learning.”

She finally clenched her teeth and nodded. “Alright. Come back right after you’re done. I’ll get you a doctor after this.” “Thank you, Mommy!” Max leaped with joy. After ten minutes of rest, the team tournament began. UN Club was playing against Phantom Club to win. As for the individual tournament, UN Club no longer stood a chance. Both teams sat in the arena, and they began banning champions. When Phantom Club realized that Max was sitting in the mid-laner’s seat, they banned the Tidal Trickster without hesitation.

But it wasn’t. Roy stared at the ceiling for a long moment. It was blank, empty and white. And then it hit him, like a punch from the inside out. The Tournament of Richt starts in a week. He blinked slowly. “Oh, right.” He’d almost forgotten. The biggest combat tournament in the region. Hell, the continent, was kicking off soon. Hosted by the Celestial Watch and broadcast across the globe, with scouts from all factions itching to spot talent. And he was in it. Because, of course, he is in it.

He kept making the same mistakes over and over again and Mike was losing his patience. “That will be interesting to see,” I said. “I wonder if any other pack will bring their female warriors to compete.” It was a tradition to organize a tournament during every Alphas meeting. The Tournament of Three Kingdoms was held in the battle arena and a large clearing in the middle of the forest. There were three different challenges the participants had to complete to win. Moonlit Duels was a challenge where the participants engaged in one-on-one combat on the clearing and under the full moon.

The tournament lasts four days, plus it would take us a day to travel each way and then there was a ceremony at the end announcing the top five packs. Eli had been in communication with Rik and Liam. Our packs would be on-call to help each other. Rik and Liam were both leaving their Gammas in charge. We had not assigned a Lead Warrior, but Rik was bringing Trevor and Liam was bringing his new Lead Warrior. The tournament would start on day one with warriors. Day two would be for Lead Warriors and Gammas, day three was for Betas and day four would be for Alphas and Guardians. The tournament would be single elimination each day with the final two battling it out at the end of the day. Every da

he taunted, his voice dripping with otherworldly confidence. The Quad Kings stood tall, determination burning within. "Bring it on!" they declared in unison, their bond strengthened by the challenge. The vampires proposed a best-of-five tournament, each match featuring a different game, pushing the quads to their limits. Blaze would face Valoric solo, deciding the tournament's outcome. Storm strategized,.The pack knew they'd need teamwork, communication, and psychological insights to counter supernatural strengths.

Now during the quarterfinals though, the only one of us that was still fighting was Dominic. "Nick, who's the guy?" Blake asked, nudging me from beside me whilst mentioning towards someone in the distance. I turned to see a guy coming to congratulate Dominic for winning her 10th match. I had seen him back in London and once I recognised him I answered Blake's question. "Destroyer. That's his street fighter name. He's England's strongest fighter, fourth in the world. He was training with M.D while she was there but lost to her countless times, why?" I asked amused slightly.

Just as the gods had foreseen, the proud Salamander Clan accepted the challenge. The Salamanders’ representative to the Gold Lotus Tournament was a fearsome warrior named Tamerlane. He was the most powerful red Slayer of his time. Atop the Floating Bridge of Heaven in the west, the tournament was designed as sudden death elimination. The fighters from all four clans drew lots and were paired. Then, the ultimate contest for the dominion of all Pan-Terra began. The outcome was best summed up in the children’s playground song: | Wood can bend like bamboo but giant whirly-hands scoop up