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The small island of Roven stood silent in the middle of the border river separating Urbik and Varelia. It was little more than a stretch of mud, wet grass and ancient stone ruins, yet both kingdoms had claimed it for years. That morning, for the first time, the two kings had agreed to settle the dispute in front of their own people.

On one side of the river stood the soldiers of Urbik. On the other waited the warriors of Varelia. Between them, on the disputed island itself, the two monarchs finally met face to face.

Sebastian of Urbik radiated youth and strength. Tall, athletic and intense-eyed, he carried himself with the energy of a born fighter rather than a ruler buried beneath protocol. Even standing before a potential battle, there was something noble and fresh about him.

Marcus III was different.

Just as muscular.
Just as powerful.
But colder. Harder. More intimidating.

He looked like a man used to ruling through fear.

Behind Sebastian stood Marcos, his enormous military bodyguard. Facing him was Viktor, Marcus’s personal giant and an old enemy from the past. The moment the two men locked eyes, the tension became immediate.

Negotiations lasted only minutes before turning into open provocation.

“The island belongs to Varelia,” Marcus said coldly.

Sebastian smiled without breaking eye contact.

“The island belongs to the man capable of defending it.”

Marcus laughed softly and stepped closer.

“Then let’s stop talking.”

The atmosphere froze. Soldiers on both shores began murmuring as the two kings slowly removed their heavy royal coats. Neither carried weapons.

Only fists.

Marcos watched Sebastian silently. He knew exactly how these challenges ended.

Marcus spat into the mud.

“When you fall in front of your men, you’ll lose far more than an island.”

Sebastian stepped even closer.

“You worry about staying conscious.”

And then the fight began.

Marcus threw the first punch without warning, aiming straight for Sebastian’s face. Sebastian barely slipped aside before answering with a brutal shot to the stomach. Both men instantly crashed together, grappling violently in the mud while soldiers roared around the island.

There was nothing elegant about it.

This was a dirty street fight between two kings too proud to back down.

Marcus used his heavier build to try crushing Sebastian into the wet ground, but the king of Urbik was faster and fought with almost animal aggression. They punched, shoved and rolled through the mud while dirt covered their bodies.

One savage right hand from Marcus smashed into Sebastian’s cheek and sent blood spilling onto the grass.

The young king smiled.

The hit only made him attack harder.

Sebastian answered with brutal body shots and both men crashed against the ancient stones scattered across the island. Marcus grunted, grabbed Sebastian by the neck and hurled him violently back into the mud.

“Yield!” he roared.

Sebastian wiped blood from his mouth and immediately rose again.

“Not a chance.”

The soldiers watched in stunned silence as both monarchs continued beating each other without restraint. They no longer looked like kings.

They looked like beasts fighting for pride.

Marcus opened a cut above Sebastian’s eye with another savage punch. Sebastian answered with a crushing knee to the ribs that left Marcus gasping for air.

Sweat.
Mud.
Blood mixing across both bodies.

Still neither stopped advancing.

Minutes passed and the fight became even dirtier. There were desperate grapples against ruined walls, short elbows, rough takedowns and punches thrown directly from the mud while both men struggled to overpower each other. Marcus remained slightly stronger, but Sebastian simply refused to stay down.

Every time he fell… he rose again.

Marcus began breathing harder.

“What the hell are you?” he growled.

Sebastian smiled through split lips.

“Your problem.”

That finally pushed Marcus into fury.

The king of Varelia charged forward with everything he had left, trying to finish the fight once and for all. But Sebastian waited for the exact moment. He slipped aside by inches, trapped Marcus’s arm and used his momentum to slam him violently into the mud.

The impact shook the ground.

Before Marcus could rise, Sebastian threw himself on top of him and both kings began trading savage punches on the ground while soldiers screamed around them.

One punch.
Then another.
Mud flying everywhere.
Blood dripping onto the grass.

Until finally Marcus stopped fighting back.

The king of Varelia lay flat on his back, breathing heavily and unable to continue.

Sebastian slowly rose to his feet covered in mud, sweat and blood, his chest rising violently with exhaustion.

But he was still standing.

And that was all that mattered.

The soldiers of Urbik erupted in celebration.

The island had its owner.

But then Viktor stepped forward in fury after seeing his king defeated.

And before he could touch Sebastian, Marcos moved directly into his path.

The two giants stood face to face.

Motionless.
Dangerous.

Marcos spat into the mud and spoke without taking his eyes off his old enemy.

“NOW this is BETWEEN US.”

And everyone on the island understood something terrifying.

The real fight was only about to begin.