When the Walker Clan entered the Grand Competition Grounds, the crowd's excitement skyrocketed, and their cheers filled the air.
Excitement rippled through the stands, and the arena buzzed with the chants of "Walker! Walker! Unrivalled as wolves!" That filled the air.
Harvey Walker walked behind his father, his expression cold, his steps measured and deliberate. His dark cloak fluttered lightly as he passed, and the twin wolf insignia on his back seemed almost alive under the sunlight. Every disciple behind him carried the same air of disciplined pride—the kind born from a clan that had dominated the city's competitions for decades.
When the Walkers reached their seating area, the cheering finally began to fade. But the silence did not last long. A heartbeat later, the atmosphere buzzed with energy as the Brooks Clan stepped into the arena, drawing everyone's attention.
