Something strange was unfolding, something no one could have predicted. Two new challengers had entered the ring, and the energy in the arena shifted immediately. One was Hawk, tall and muscular, his presence like a wrecking ball. The other, calmly stepping under the harsh spotlight, was Steven, representing the Bloodline group. He wore the red jacket now, his status undeniable.
Under the light, the jacket looked even more striking than before. It wasn't just a fashion choice anymore. It was a symbol. A warning.
When Hawk caught sight of it, his body tensed. Muscles bulged beneath his shirt as he flexed instinctively, making himself appear even more massive than usual, like a bear preparing for battle.
"You look a lot older than the others," Hawk commented, almost scoffing.
"A lot older?" Steven repeated, his smile twitching slightly at the corners of his mouth.
