He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "And when that happens, Alexander will be there. Ready to finish him."
JJ's breath hitched in her throat, but she didn't let it show. "You're not even considering that Ty could win."
"I don't have to," the man replied smoothly. "Because when it cos down to it, Alexander will exploit Ty's biggest weakness. And once that weakness is exposed, Ty won't stand a chance."
JJ opened her mouth to argue, but the man raised his hand, stopping her.
"Look," he said, his voice softening just slightly, though the steel in his gaze remained. "You want to protect your demon. I get that. But if you really think this fight will end well for him, you're deluding yourself. Demons like Ty were ant to be weapons—sharp, but fleeting. They weren't ant to last."
JJ took a step forward, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "Ty isn't just a weapon. He's more than that."
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The man studied her for a long mont, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, he leaned back once again, folding his arms across his broad chest.
"We'll see," he said quietly. "But I wouldn't bet on it."
He leaned back, his eyes still glued to the screen. "Regardless, I have little control over what Alexander does. He's already dealt with a few fighters and hasn't even ward up yet. The Titanis DNA running through him puts him leagues above demon blood."
JJ's mind raced, her frustration barely held in check. She watched as the man scrolled through the screen, his fingers deftly moving across the display. The screen flashed as he navigated, eventually landing on the section where Ty was located. He flew through the cara angles, watching Ty's movents closely.
His biotrics flickered onto the screen, data lines trailing up and down, mapping Ty's heartbeat, stress levels, and physical condition.
He paused for a mont, replaying so of Ty's earlier fights. His lips pressed into a thin line, shaking his head slightly. "Yeah... he's got no chance against Alexander in this state. He'd be lucky to even push him a little."
JJ's heart sank, not because of the man's assessnt, but because of the brutal truth in his voice. Ty's condition was far from ideal—his fights had taken a toll, and it was clear he was struggling to protect his team while dealing with his own mounting exhaustion.
"But it's not my place to tell my son how to fight," the man continued, his tone now more thoughtful. "I trust his judgnt. He'll fight the way he needs to. I'll just send supplies as needed." He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied the strongest contestants on the screen. "Really, I'm just taking notes. Watching the strongest ones...
for when Alexander makes it to the second stage."
JJ's body froze, her breath catching in her throat. Son?
The word echoed in her mind, loud and insistent. She hadn't misheard—there was no mistaking the calm way he said it. This man, this imposing figure who had spoken so casually about Alexander, was his father. Her mind reeled, trying to process the sudden revelation.
She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. The stern, cold man before her wasn't just Alexander's sponsor. He was his blood.
"You... you're his father?" JJ asked, her voice barely a whisper, shock rippling through her as she pieced it together.
The man turned to her, his gaze as unyielding as ever, though there was a faint glimr of acknowledgnt in his eyes. "Yes. I thought you would've figured that out by now," he said, his voice steady, as if the admission was the most natural thing in the world.
JJ blinked, taking a step back as she struggled to process the layers of this revelation. The distance between them felt imnse, not just physically, but in the magnitude of what she had just learned. She couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal—how could she not have known?
She swallowed hard, her eyes narrowing as she tried to regain control of the conversation. "You're... you're his father, and you're just letting him fight like this? Pushing him into these battles like he's so pawn?"
The man's gaze didn't waver. "Alexander doesn't need my protection. He knows what he's doing. This tournant isn't for the weak, and he's far from that." His voice was steady, emotionless, as though this conversation was beneath him. He leaned back, letting out a slow breath, his eyes turning cold once more. "I'm preparing him.
Every challenge he faces is making him stronger, more prepared for the future. He will be a king one day."
The finality in his words hit JJ like a brick wall, her chest tightening. But before she could respond, his expression twisted into one of bored dismissal. "Now off with you," he said with a wave of his hand. "You're barely cute enough to be around as a hostess, let alone engage in conversation."
JJ's lips parted, anger rising, but she bit back her retort. She needed to stay focused, needed to co up with sothing to break through this wall he had built around himself. But before she could find the words, she felt a sudden rush of movent.
Blue shot out of JJ's pocket, her tiny wings fluttering furiously as she hovered directly in front of the man's face, her small hands firmly planted on her hips. Her eyes burned with a fierce intensity, her voice high and defiant. "Excuse ?!"
The man's eyebrow raised slightly, clearly unimpressed but mildly surprised by the fairy's audacity.
Blue's wings buzzed as she floated closer, her small fra practically vibrating with indignation. "I don't care who you think you are," she snapped, her voice carrying a surprising weight for soone so small. "You don't talk to her like that."
The man blinked, then slowly straightened in his seat, his towering fra suddenly much more imposing. His gaze fixed on Blue, his expression unreadable. "And who are you to tell how I should speak?"
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