Giselle let out a cold laugh as no reply came; there was no need to ask—had it not been Henry last night, he would have shown up by now to confront her.

Even the sky was eerily quiet today, devoid of the usual drones.

Walking towards the dining area, Giselle planned to grab breakfast.

There was a makeshift training hall in the woods, where everyone would gather post-breakfast to rehearse.

The competition was strategically set in this lush locale to champion ...