Hunter and Rome do the traditional decider. First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/881637225/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/886036609/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/886021920/ Chapter 61: Rome and Hunter walked to each other. They stopped so close to each other their boots touched. They unsheathed their daggers. Brought it gleaming upwards. And slashed each other’s arms. A binding agreement. A proof that cannot be erased. A hand on each others’ gash. Sharing the blood. No matter who won, they both remained loyal to the Shades. But one would be Prince. The other in the lowest rank in the army. Having to work his way up again. A dangerous gamble. But necessary. Rome stared him in the eye, and Hunter stared him in the eye. The battlefield was silent. “I will start. This is binding,” Rome uttered.
Chapter 62: Rome stepped back, and so did Hunter. Opened space. As an entire spirit army erupted from the ground. Merged with shadow warriors. Ryder commanded them all flawlessly, making them into a bridge into the skies, forming them into what he wanted, finally blasting them into an impressive firework of shadows. A feat worth the ancient’s praise. Hunter narrowed his eyes. Rome was clearly powerful. And for the first time, he was not sure if he could beat his competitor. Rome looked at Hunter and dipped his head. “Your turn.” Hunter narrowed his eyes. The dog barked. And came to him. Hunter put his hand on his fur, still staring down Rome. The dog’s fur was hot. Hot from the sun. The sun. That was it.
