"I-I thought you would change the outcome of the up-and-coming match?!" The boy shouted as he watched the last trump card of his team fall at the hands of that pretty boy.
"Hmmm…" The man sitting across the table stared at the projection splattered across the metal wall beside him. He had a smile on his face, but it was clear he had been angered to his core as veins popped from his forehead and neck. "That was quite the unexpected outcome. However, you will still get what you want, Felix los Dencenyada."
All of a sudden, a man dressed in a black cloak walked through the thick metal door.
"We have acquired The Crest."
"Great."
The boy's prior desperation and adrenaline had finally cleared his mind, allowing him to truly understand what he had just done. His face paled at the sight of the cloaked man opening a leather briefcase. Within it was a stunning magenta diamond the same size as a grown man's fist.
