Freya and Rhea faced each other, their breaths quick and shallow, the air thick with anticipation.
Kael had secured power-suppressing collars around their necks.
"No powers," he'd said, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of authority and mischief.
"We don't need the Haven crumbling or me getting roasted in your crossfire." The collars ensured discipline, forcing them to rely on raw physical skill—a test of hand to hand combat without depending on superpowers.
Tila and Lila remained in their room, their room was silent, which meant that the sisters were likely plotting their escape, or braiding each other?
But here, in the main room, the focus was razor-sharp on Freya and Rhea, their bodies taut, muscles coiled, ready for Kael's next move.
Kael leaned against the wall. His grin was sly, his voice smooth as he laid out the challenge.
