Bab 322: Chapter 322: A Fighter's Hunger

Victor leaned back in his chair.

He looked calm, but Damon couldn't quite put his finger on it. "So, have you made up your mind?" he asked, his voice calm, almost resigned.

He stood on the other side of the desk with his arms crossed and his eyes moving to the floor. After letting out a long sigh, he finally spoke. "I want to fight."

Victor didn't answer right away. He only let out a sigh, and his shoulders sagged a little.

The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the lights above.

"I see," Victor finally said, his voice low. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, and waved his hand in a gesture that felt dismissive.

Damon glanced up and caught the look on Victor's face, disappointment, not in a harsh or angry way, but in the way someone feels when they wish things could be different.