The world held its breath. Ash rained down from shattered trees. The very ground was carved in trenches from claw marks, impacts, and spiritual pressure alone. Even the wind was afraid to blow.
Jayden and the Winter wolf stood on opposite side of the arena, silently watching and waiting for the right moment to strike.
The final round was about to begin.
Everything they had endured so far... the fights, the wounds, the sacrifices. All of it had been for this very moment. The moment that would be remembered in primal history.
The moment that would determine the winner. The Alpha.
Jayden and the Winter wolf stepped forward, locked gazes, and gave each other a silent, respectful nod. A final salut.
Then... they vanished.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
Sonic cracks ripped through the forest.
Jayden teleported mid-dash using psychic pulses, zigzagging like lightning... approaching the Winter wolf with a wild frenzy.
