Aron hadn't known Vivian for long, but two things had become undeniably clear through her actions. First, she was a brilliant strategist; if she was making a move, it was usually the most efficient path to victory. Second, she had firmly chosen her side. She wasn't just a neutral observer anymore, she wanted the Billion Bloodline to win, and she was willing to use every high-tech resource at her disposal to make that happen.
High above, a sleek drone that had once belonged to the Fortis group hovered, its rotors humming with a high-pitched whine. Vivian must have been monitoring the security feeds, spotting the grueling stalemate in the gym and realizing that Aron was fading.
Whatever was in that package was more than just supplies; it was Aron's second wind.
