Limone’s move landed with devastating precision.

It was a masterstroke—two opponents eliminated outright, one left critically wounded.

As she touched down, her gaze flicked to the crumpled, nearly lifeless avatar of Sixon sprawled on the virtual battlefield.

Sixon stared at the game’s screen, his grip tight around the controller. Shock and incredulity surged through him like an uncontainable wave.

He’d always known Limone had ...