Chapter 118: The Instrument of Fate
The tournament had unfolded exactly as I had planned.
Every clash, every retreat, every provocation... it had all served a single purpose. And now that the uproar had faded, the applause had died out, and the arena held nothing but the burning dust of its final battles, I could admit it without hesitation: I had chosen my team.
The one that would cross the portal.
Even though, in truth, no one knew what awaited us on the other side.
No concrete information had leaked. No testimony. No map. Nothing but a dimensional opening and the promise of unknown territories. So... we had to maximize our chances. Calculate the incalculable. Compose with the unseen.
And in that composition, I had left no room for chance.
We had a tank. A true moving fortress.
Lysara.
Virtually invincible in her mythical armor, reinforced with unique enchantments, sustained by buffs and continuously healed by Cassandre, our healer — discreet but devastatingly effective. She didn’t need to strike to kill. Her very presence altered the frontline. A mountain in a black dress.
As for me... I was the link.
The versatile force. Able to pierce, to shield, to vanish and return. A hidden blade in the sleeve. A living calculation.