Leo walked down the desolate streets, with Fiona and the wolves trailing behind him.
The announcement replayed in his mind, Tatiana's words echoing alongside it.
He glanced at his status interface, where the registration window still hovered. He hadn't selected "yes" yet, but the decision was already made in his heart.
"The strongest… the most adaptable," Leo muttered, his eyes scanning the empty street ahead. "Sounds about right."
His thoughts shifted to Ves. He wondered how she was processing the announcement. He had no doubt she would choose to register, despite the risks.
But what about the others? He couldn't help but think of the survivors who had betrayed him—their faces pale with fear as they fled.
Were they scrambling to join the tournament, hoping it would save them? Or were they cowering, waiting for the apocalypse to swallow them whole?
