Amid the chaos of the battle games, Xaden finds himself cornered by three rival riders, his dragon Sgaeyl separated from him in the frenzy. Desperation flashes in his dark eyes as he fends off their relentless attacks, every breath growing more labored. He’s signet was growing tired, the shadows becoming harder to control as he tried to create distance between him and his opponents. This was just supposed to be a game, but per usual things escalate. Because everything is about being better.