The Omega’s Rise
Caleb stood at the center of the training yard, eyes sharp, body coiled with tension. Warriors gathered around the perimeter, some crossing their arms, others smirking. Few believed he deserved to be there. Even fewer wanted him to succeed.
“Let’s make this quick,” said Jaxon, one of the elite warriors. “I’ve got better things to do than babysit a traitor.”
Caleb tilted his head. “Then let’s not waste time.”
The signal was given. Jaxon lunged, claws out, but Caleb dodged with surgical precision. In three moves, he twisted Jaxon’s arm behind his back and slammed him into the dirt.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Caleb stepped back, breathing steady. “Anyone else?”
A second warrior charged. Then a third. Caleb held his own. Bruised, bloodied, but never broken. He did
