[Doru's POV]
As I watched Rowen and Dante engage in their fierce battle, my heart sank. I didn't want this fight to happen. Deep down, I knew I had to play the role of the villain, but Rowen was my son's favorite character, and I couldn't bear to see the boy's idol tarnished in his eyes.
Every punch, every kick, felt like a blow to my own being. My hands clenched tightly, my knuckles turning white with the tension. The conflict between them escalated, and I could see the pain and anger etched on their faces. It was a clash of wills, a clash of ideologies, and I felt caught in the middle.
But then, unexpectedly, the fight came to an abrupt halt. The tension in the air dissipated, and the combatants stood there, panting heavily, their gazes locked. It was as if an invisible force had intervened, urging them to reconsider the path they were on.
