Michael, his family, and everybody in the faction had gathered in the lounge, all staring at a message he had recently received.
[Exalted Michael, leader of the Indomitable Alliance. I hope this message finds you well. I, Dominic, leader of Twilight Hell, must admit that I have been deeply impressed by your performance in battle. As such, I wish to extend an offer, one that would spare our troops from a nightmarish clash that would surely scar them for life. Instead, let us settle the outcome of the tournament's fourth round with a formal duel between the two of us.]
A few silent seconds passed before Richard spoke.
"If I have to be entirely honest…" He cleared his throat.
"This is horseshit! No fucking way this isn't some kind of a trap!"
Ava nodded eagerly.
"I agree. From what we have read on Dominic and his faction, he is a sadistic bastard that is addicted to pain. This must be a ploy!"
Victoria crossed one leg over the other.
