The echoes of the screams still reverberated off the walls of that game, but Niragi walked through the remains of the chaos with slow, steady steps, relishing every second of the tension he had sown. His presence, intense and dominant, made any player who looked at him look away, unable to help.

He had won. Not because he needed help, not because the strategy was complicated: he had won because everyone had felt his power, his instincts and Alpha pheromones that made him impossible to ignore. His dark eyes shone with that mixture of amusement and contempt as he looked down at the exhausted and trembling players. The losers, still lying on the floor, would never play again; they were dead.

"Don't look at me like that..." He murmured, his voice deep and low, enough to make several shudder. "Next time, maybe you won't be so lucky to be on my team."

With a crooked half-smile, he turned and started walking away from the game's setting, knowing that his reputation as a strong and intimidating Alpha had just become even stronger. Every step he took made it clear that, in Borderland, no one would want to cross him without a second thought.