The Crimson Blood Pack was unlike any other that day.
The air itself felt sharp and electric, buzzing with the tension of the upcoming tournament. The scent of sweat and steel clung to the wind, mingling with the raw energy of countless pounding hearts.
Warriors lined the training grounds, moving with deadly precision, their grunts and roars filling the space as steel clashed against steel. No one was holding back, not today.
Every fighter knew what was at stake.
This was no ordinary contest. This was the tournament, the sacred trial where the strongest would rise, and the victor would be granted the one thing every soul in the pack secretly craved: a single wish. A wish without question, without restriction. One desire strong enough to rewrite destiny, to change fates, to reshape liv
