'I see. Is that why you followed this group? You all realized that this could damage a whole lot of things, right? The stakes are high in this battle.
Should victory grace our side, what then would you have us do with you? Lay claim to your pack?' Serena's voice carried a mix of curiosity and apprehension, her words directed at the assembled men.
A derisive chuckle echoed among the men, a show of their skepticism. 'Bold of you to ask that. You only won over a fight with Elvis, but do not delude yourself into thinking the same fate awaits the rest of us. Moreover, you heard him confess to being unwell on that day,' retorted one of the men, his tone laden with skepticism.
Adams' voice cut through the tension, emanating from the doorway with an air of enthusiasm. 'The arena stands prepared for a fight!' His face bore a grin, a silent promise of the impending spectacle.
Serena turned her head sharply towards his direction, her attention caught.