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The following day arrived swiftly, its presence undeniable.
In the grand Patriarch's hall, Anthony sat with his father, his gaze fixed upon him with quiet intensity.
His posture was composed, yet the weight of his unspoken question hung in the air, one he had long awaited an answer to, yet never received.
His father, Michael, sat across from him, a silent figure of authority.
His expression was unreadable, as always, yet there was a certain weight in the air, a subtle tension between father and son that spoke volumes without a single word.
Anthony had done as he had promised, won the bloodbath, defeated the other champions, and claimed victory.
But now, with that triumph behind him, the questions that had lingered, unanswered, began to press in with an urgency he could no longer ignore.
Michael broke the silence, not with words, but with a single gesture.