I was Drafted Into a War as the Only Human

"So, those are the rules!" Seraphine declared, her voice laced with triumphant cheer. Her radiant smile practically lit the room. "After I beat them in poker, I added a little clause of my own—Giants are barred from participating in the games."

She gave a proud little nod, like a queen admiring her checkmate.

"The only other rule that should affect your decision-making," she continued, twirling a lock of her silver hair, "is that under no circumstances may the gods intervene in the War Games—unless the event specifically calls for it."

Adgrun’s crimson eyes widened, and a grin spread across his draconic face. "So we get to pick our own teams?"

"Yes!" Seraphine chirped, clapping her hands together.

Adgrun’s red-scaled fist shot into the air. "Time to get famous!"

Tara rolled her eyes so hard that it was a wonder she hadn’t passed out. She jabbed a finger at him. "Will you shut up about that already? It’s all you’ve been saying since the Games were announced!"

"I’m manifesting," Adgrun said, folding his arms smugly across his chest. "Not that someone like you would understand."

He closed his eyes as if that ended the conversation. It didn’t.

Tara looked ready to claw his face off—but Lucy beat her to the punch, his voice light and mischievous.

"Wow," he said with a smirk. "You two bicker like an old married couple. Maybe Fenara was wrong about me and Tara. You and Adgrun make a much lovelier pair."