Elian stood in the shadows of the trees, alone. The other candidates had long since formed groups, but he preferred solitude, relishing the rare moments of silence. However, his peace was short-lived.
A group of people emerged from the bushes, led by Jason, who smirked as he approached.
— "What are you doing here, sitting all alone? Afraid you'll get yourself killed? Hahaha!" — he sneered.
Elian remained silent, unwilling to waste his energy on meaningless exchanges. But Jason took his silence as a challenge. With a scoff, he suddenly lashed out, kicking him in the stomach, expecting to knock him down.
Yet, Elian didn't even budge. In an instant, his hand shot out, grabbing Jason's leg and twisting it sharply to the side. A sickening crack echoed in the air, followed by Jason's agonized scream.
— "You… bastard!" — he snarled, his face contorted in pain.
One of his men immediately drew his sword, while the others tensed, ready to attack.
— "You're gonna pay for that!" — one of them growled.
Elian had no desire to kill. He knew he could crush them like insects, but deep inside, a lingering fear of his own power remained.
And yet, he could feel it—the darkness within him was awakening. And the more he fought, the harder it became
to hold it back.