ATTACK?

Dylan's mind swirled with conflicting thoughts as he walked away. In the past, he had relied on his wealth, power, looks, and intelligence to assert himself, but now, lacking one crucial element—strength—he felt vulnerable. Dylan harbored a deep-seated desire to be stronger than the rest of the team, an unyielding force that could not be controlled. Strength, in his mind, was the key to reaching Myra without any hindrance.

"Hey, Dylan," Thomas called out, interrupting his tumultuous thoughts. Dylan turned to face Thomas, his guard still up.

"I hope you're not here to convince me to go back to the table," Dylan retorted, a flicker of defiance in his eyes.

"No. I'm coming with you," Thomas declared unexpectedly, surprising Dylan.

"After what I did to you, I was sure we aren't close anymore," Dylan admitted, his skepticism evident.