Ethan lay back against the cold surface beneath him, his eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling above as though he were trying to find answers hidden within the broken lines, but all he felt was emptiness, and when he finally spoke, his voice carried no strength, only a hollow weight that echoed his current state.
“Everything is gone,” he said slowly, each word heavy with resignation. “The Wild Warriors are finished, completely wiped out, and we cannot even stand on our own feet anymore, so tell me… how are we supposed to take revenge like this?”
Memories flooded his mind without mercy, each encounter with Alexander replaying in painful clarity, and every time it ended the same way—with defeat, with humiliation, with something taken from him that he could never get back.
He had once stood pr
