POV: Darius
The morning light crept slowly through the library’s tall windows, soft rays painting the old mahogany desk gold. I’d been awake for hours. The house was silent, except for the faint sound of the wind and the ocean outside and the constant ticking of the clock above my head.
I had a meeting to attend — one that couldn’t wait. Especially not with the Fiery Run so close.
The screen in front of me came to life, three windows appearing at once. Maximus. The Master of the Game. And me. Three men connected by a tradition that had ended lives and created legacies.
The Master of the Game spoke first, his voice low and commanding. “Gentlemen, everything has been set. The island has been secured. This particular fight will be a first of its kind so I've made sure everything will be
