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As the last remnants of the brutal competition faded from his mind, Anthony stood at the threshold of the Null estate, his form stark and imposing against the backdrop of the estate's tall, darkened walls.
His victory, though undoubtedly flawless, felt distant to him now.
It had been an unrelenting contest, a battle where the strongest prevailed, each of them fighting for the same bitter prize, their lives spent in a spectacle of blood and savagery.
And yet, Anthony had emerged without so much as a scratch, a strange tranquillity in the face of such carnage.
In a blink, Mitchelle and Irene had teleported to the estate, their arrival almost seamless, nothing more than a brief flicker of light before they stood beside Anthony, a comforting presence in the stillness of the night.
Mitchelle's gaze softened as she regarded him, eyes brimming with something close to maternal pride, yet tinged with the weight of unspoken concern.