(Raiden’s POV)
The final day of the competition arrives with an air of anticipation so thick it feels like a living thing.
The great hall is packed, the tension in the air palpable as the council prepares to announce the final standings. Both Silverfang and Windhowl have fought fiercely, their performance so evenly matched that rumors of a tie have been swirling for days.
But no one expected this.
“The Council has determined,” Elder Darius announces, his authoritative voice carrying across the hall, “that for the first time in history, the Summit of Alphas will be hosted jointly by Silverfang and Windhowl.”
A stunned silence falls over the room.
My own breath catches.
Joint hosting.
Unprecedented.
Unacceptable!
Beside me, the council members
