Kraken turned his head, a wide, gleaming grin splitting his face. It was a smile full of teeth and unadulterated malice.
Oh, this feels good.
This feels damn good.
There was nothing quite like the rush of being the underdog one minute, only to turn around and curb-stomp the bully the next. And the fact that the bully in question was the Witch—the traitor of the Champions Alliance, his so-called "senior"—made the victory taste like ambrosia.
For years, Kraken had been playing second fiddle, maneuvering in the shadows while the big players like the Witch looked down on him. But today? Today, he had looked them in the eye and watched them blink.
He realized something profound in that moment. He could surpass them. Given enough time, he wouldn't just be playing their game; he'd be running the table.
"Are you ready to pay the price?" Kraken asked, his voice smooth but cutting.
