Chapter 26: Ready to play
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Alden's POV
The hum of the hover car was barely audible over the wind slicing past as it zoomed above the glowing skyline of Avaloria.
Inside, Alden von Crestvale sat with arms folded, gazing out the tinted window at the sprawling cityscape.
Under the soft lighting of the vehicle, his sharp features betraying nothing but mild contemplation.
His driver, an older man named Elric, said nothing—he knew better than to interrupt Alden when he was brooding.
Alden, meanwhile, was lost in thought.
Silver hair. Blue eyes. That smirk. That annoyingly confident smirk.
"Tch," Alden scoffed to himself. "Who even smirks like that after barely dodging a attack?"
He wasn't annoyed. Of course not. He just found Alex... mildly frustrating.
In a way that made his sword hand itch and his competitive soul burn.