Chapter 55 The Price Of Pride

• Darius
• The crowd's cheers were deafening, but I barely heard them as my eyes locked onto Rowon. He stood a few feet away, his body vibrating with poorly contained fury. The smug arrogance he always carried was gone, replaced by something darker—desperation.
• I rolled my shoulders, loosening the muscles and keeping my posture relaxed. A smirk played on my lips, though my blood burned with anticipation. This wasn’t going to be a fight; it was going to be a message.