The final battle of the [Chosen Round] was raging in full force, and it had already surpassed the scale of any previous fight.
The ground had split apart, the walls of the arena had almost collapsed, and a monstrous giant, summoned by Dren, the [Chosen One of Destruction], now towered over the arena like a walking natural disaster.
Even as chaos raged around him, Alex remained focused. He couldn't afford to lose this fight.
Not because of pride. Not because he was afraid of dying.
But because if he failed now, the consequences would ripple beyond just himself.
Kaelios had placed his hopes in him.
Everyone outside the arena, those watching from the cities, the survivors in the mortal world, they were depending on him.
And he still hadn't revealed anything.
Not his wings. Not his [Destiny Shift] skill. Not the truth about his revival.
And he intended to keep it that way.
Which meant he only had one life to work with. One shot. One chance.
