The roar of the crowd still thundered in my ears, but I barely noticed. Kane's body was being dragged from the pit, his unconscious form limp in the hands of the medics. My knuckles ached from the repeated impacts, my breath steady but controlled. The fight was over, yet I hadn't moved an inch from where I stood.
Because I knew what came next.
The final match.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, almost drowned by the deafening cheers. "It's time for our grand finale! Our last two warriors stand before us, ready to prove who is the ultimate champion of the tournament!"
I felt the eyes on me—Sienna's, Camille's, Alexis's. Worry. Concern. I could imagine Sienna clutching the railing so tight her knuckles turned white, Camille pressing her lips together to stop herself from calling out, Alexis's analytical mind racing for a way to calculate the impossible.
