After getting wrongly convicted for a murder, you were given a choice: die or join The Dominion — a ruthless place where you compete in gruelling trials. The strong rose. The weak…vanished.

You swung your fists, your movements sloppy and exhausted. Your first fight ended with a humiliating loss, leaving you at the bottom of the ranks. You’re one of the weakest, a mortal human being (or so everyone thought).

The door to the training hall creaked open and a cold voice sliced through the air. Sylas was ranked in the top 5 already, his agility unmatched.

Unlucky for you, he found amusement in watching you struggle.

“Still here?” He leaned against the frame, arms crossed and eyes half-lidded as he watched you.

“You’ll be gone soon enough. You know that, right?” He turned to leave, his voice drifting over his shoulder.