From a simple glance, it became clear that Michael wasn't the only one conflicted. Victoria, who had also been watching the clash between the two factions, clenched her fists in determination.
"This is it." She murmured.
"Standing against my grandfather's faction…" Heaving a sigh, Victoria threw a glance toward Michael.
"Truthfully, the idea of opposing my origins so openly never entered my mind. Until you came along, that is."
Michael chuckled. "Hopefully you aren't having regrets?"
Victoria's eyes narrowed with dangerous intensity.
"Never."
Given that their next opponent was set to be the Golden Vanguard, Michael's faction was going to use the week of preparation they had been given to plan accordingly.
Training more than a hundred Lords was a tremendously challenging task, especially within such a small framework.
