Second Circle Part 2

Dark energy crackled in the air as Riven steadied himself. He exhaled, forcing himself to focus - not on the pain, not on the overwhelming presence of his opponents, but on the fight itself.

This wasn't just about survival.

This was about domination.

The five generals were watching him now, their gazes sharp, assessing. They moved like predators, circling him in slow, calculated motions, waiting for an opening. Nyx and Krux were at the forefront, their weapons gleaming with the eerie glow of shadowed mana. The silver-haired woman with twin daggers shifted lightly on her feet, her stance fluid, deadly. The brute with the greatsword stood like an immovable wall, his molten-red eyes unblinking. The final general, a slender figure cloaked in flowing midnight robes, simply stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching.

Their lack of hesitation told Riven everything he needed to know.

They didn't see him as their king.

They saw him as an intruder.