Brandon's water whip froze in mid-air.
His sadistic grin, full of confidence just moments ago, stiffened—
Then—
He dropped to his knees.
His chest tightened. His vision blurred.
Then—blood spilled from his lips.
A deep, wracking cough shook his body.
Confusion flickered in his eyes.What was happening? He was winning. He was about to end it.
And yet—his body refused to move.
He turned his gaze to the Chief Priest.
The old man was coughing blood too. His once smug expression had crumbled into horror.
And then—
A laughter rang out.
A soft, almost seductive chuckle—
One that sent a chill down Brandon's spine. Slowly, he turned his head.
And there she was.
Rihanna.
She walked toward them with a sadistic smile, her hips swaying with predatory grace—
Like a cat toying with its prey.
Her dark eyes gleamed as she stopped before them, crossing her arms.
"You're confused, aren't you?" she mused, her voice laced with amusement.
