Cruzer stood at the balcony of his hotel room, staring at the city lights shimmering under the night sky. The faint hum of traffic below and the distant chatter from nearby rooms barely registered in his mind. His focus was locked on the upcoming match.
Alisha.
A name from the past. A ghost that had once stood beside him but had since turned into an adversary. He scoffed, leaning against the railing. She really thinks she can challenge me now? After everything?
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in," he called.
The door creaked open, and Elara stepped inside, her silver hair catching the dim lighting. Her arms were crossed, and a hint of concern lingered in her golden eyes. "You heard what Charlotte said. Anup, Alisha, and Rin—three of them are scheming against you."
Cruzer smirked, tilting his head. "Let them. They're welcome to try."
