"I'm ready for any kind of challenge. Name it, and I shall crush it.""
King Gorgon declared, slamming the base of his spear into the cracked earth with thunderous force.
His pride burned in his eyes, and his voice echoed across the ruined plaza.
Fenrir tilted his head thoughtfully.
"Then I challenge you to a one-on-one game of fate."
He said slowly.
Gorgon blinked.
"Game of fate?"
"The rules are simple. We each accept a match chosen by a neutral party. The loser grants the winner one wish—no matter what it is."
Fenrir said.
Gasps erupted from the surrounding soldiers, their expressions a mix of shock and fear.
Gorgon didn't hesitate.
"Agreed."
Then he turned to one of his nearest soldiers.
"Prepare the circle. And tell the Lady that I have chosen her to be the one who decides the match."
He ordered.
The guard flinched.
"Your Majesty, are you sure? The Lady may not—"
But before the guard could finish, Fenrir stepped in, voice sharp with mockery.
