Darius POV
"You are going to lose." Hector shouted, as he was coming from the edge of the battlefield.
I didn't move, but Hector's voice was very calm, casual and even kind, but behind his smile was anger, I could really feel it.
"I don't care," I said before I got angry and took off my shirt, throwing it into the dust.
All the people had already gathered, they were waiting for the battle between Darius and Hector. The crowd had already started moving towards the ring.
The rogues, wanderers, and warriors too were there, gathering around the ring. The pack had increased in number since Seraphina arrived, the crowd was firstly pulled because of the issue of the prophecy and the storm that has already been surrounding her.
I walked slowly into the ring circle barefoot, the sand starts coming out from the soles of my feet, maybe it was even supposed to in the first place.
"I'm actually not doing this for power," I said.
