"Good always triumphs over evil" is a truth that is valued in this world.

And in this situation, Steele was clearly not who was good. Driven only by vanity and the desire to win, wanted to destroy Balto, but only destroyed himself in the race of his vanity and lust for power. But he ended up in a deep snow hole, surrounded by ice and snow, left there to die by his own teammates.But even now, the callous heart ached not because of the betrayal of the team, but because of the loss to a stupid half-breed named Balto...

The snow burned his wounded skin, the blood stained his fur a crimson hue... He knew that this was his end, but he didn't even dare worry about it. The vain Steele cared more about what others would think when they found out that he had lost to a pathetic half-breed, that he, Steele, hadn't even been able to return from a regular competition.

Lying on the cold, icy ground, Steele couldn't even force himself to get up, either from the pain or from his own helplessness, filled with self-pity. He lay there for God knows how many hours, maybe days... He himself didn't know it, and his tired mind didn't want to think about it.

"Fuck it all, fuck that pathetic Balto." Steele whispered, more to himself than anyone else next to him, his voice hoarse and filled with nothing but hatred and despair. "I was a champion, I was... That damn half-breed took that from me..."