Elijah

They each all got reminded once again that the undisputed number one in the camp was Atticus.

Nate took a few seconds to catch his breath on the floor. He had been absolutely on the mark when he said that the one minute would mark the end of the battle.

'He's really strong. Just how did hell did he get so powerful?' Nate pondered while breathing heavily.

After a few seconds, Nate opened his eyes to see a hand stretched in front of him. His gaze instantly landed on Atticus who stood over him with a smile.

Nate flashed a smile in response, grabbing his hand and letting himself get pulled up.

"Good fight," Atticus complimented.

Nate couldn't help but smile wryly in response. What was good about that fight?!

Nate was far from feeling bad about the fight; he had already accepted his loss.