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Chapter 3: The Aftermath

They could still hear the finality in his voice, the smug satisfaction of someone who knew they had won, who had orchestrated everything to perfection. Kai had been blindsided—and worse, they had been powerless to stop it.

How could this happen?

Everything felt distant, like the world had tilted off its axis. The team they had poured blood, sweat, and endless hours into was gone. The teammates they had trusted had turned on them. And the career Kai had fought so hard to build now lay in ruins.

Kai\'s fingers twitched slightly, hovering over the controls as if they might somehow undo the disaster that had just unfolded. But nothing happened. The empty arena screen stared back at them, mocking their helplessness. The tournament was still happening—their team was still out there competing—while Kai was stuck here, discarded like some useless extra.

Their vision blurred as they tried to blink away the shock, but no matter how many times they replayed the moment, it didn\'t make sense. How could Damon do this? He\'d always been brash, but they had won together, fought together. This wasn\'t just a betrayal of the team—it was personal. Damon had torn everything away from them with one ruthless, calculated move.

And the rest of them—Reyes, Livia, Sarai—they hadn\'t said a word. Not even a glance in Kai\'s direction as they were thrown out. It hurt more than Kai wanted to admit. Were they all part of it? Did they really believe Kai had been holding them back?

A harsh laugh broke from Kai\'s throat, dry and bitter. So much for loyalty.

The sudden jarring ring of their phone snapped Kai out of their thoughts. For a split second, hope flickered—maybe Reyes was calling to apologize, or Livia

to explain. Maybe they hadn\'t all betrayed them. But when Kai saw the name on the screen, the sinking feeling in their chest only deepened.

It wasn\'t a teammate. It was tournament support.

Taking a breath, Kai answered, the line crackling slightly. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Tournament Support, we wanted to confirm that you have been removed from your team and have been disqualified from the current event due to a captain-initiated request. Is this information correct?"

The robotic, impersonal voice on the other end was the final nail in the coffin. It wasn\'t a question—it was a cold, official statement that made everything real. It was done. There was no going back.

Kai closed their eyes, fighting the lump rising in their throat. "Yeah. It\'s... correct."

"Thank you for confirming," the voice said flatly. "Please be aware that team re-entry is not possible without a captain\'s approval. If you need further assistance, you can contact us through the official channels."

The line clicked dead.

Kai threw the phone onto the desk in frustration. Every muscle in their body screamed to lash out, to break something, anything, to release the building storm of anger and despair threatening to tear them apart. But instead, they sat there, frozen, the room feeling impossibly small and suffocating.

It was over. Everything they had worked for was gone. Kicked off their own team. Banned from the tournament. Publicly humiliated. Damon Steele had not only stolen their team but destroyed their reputation in the process.

The reality was sinking in now, its weight heavy and oppressive. Kai\'s career in AAO—one they had fought so hard to build, to lead—had unraveled in a matter of minutes.

The hours passed in a blur. Eventually, the practice room emptied out, the bright neon lights fading as the building grew quiet for the night. Kai remained seated in the dark, the faint glow of their monitor the only light in the room. It was well past midnight, but sleep was the furthest thing from their mind.

Kai logged into Ancient Arena Online out of habit, but the sight of their empty friends list and the familiar Phoenix Reborn logo—now cold and distant—only deepened the ache inside.

A new notification pinged in the corner of the screen: "Frostfang\'s Legion wins first round of the tournament. Congratulations to Captain Damon Steele and the team!"

A bitter taste filled Kai\'s mouth. Of course. Frostfang\'s Legion

—Damon\'s team—was thriving, and they weren\'t even there to see it. Damon would take all the credit, bask in the glory that should have been Kai\'s.

Kai couldn\'t help but scroll through the match replays, watching from the sidelines as Damon led the team to victory with his frost-infused melee strikes and freezing tactics. Every move Damon made was precise, calculated—just like the betrayal. It was as if Damon had been waiting for this moment, biding his time until Kai was vulnerable enough to take down.

Kai\'s thoughts spiraled as they watched their former team celebrate on the broadcast feed, the commentators praising Damon\'s leadership. Damon\'s leadership. It felt like a knife to the gut.

How could they celebrate like that? Didn\'t they feel the loss? Didn\'t they care that Kai was gone?

Apparently not.

Time stretched on, and soon the glow of morning crept through the practice room window. The tournament had continued without a hitch, and the world of AAO moved on, leaving Kai behind in its wake.

Kai slumped back in their chair, physically and emotionally drained. They had been through tough losses before—plenty of setbacks in their career—but this was something else. This was betrayal on a scale they hadn\'t prepared for. And no matter how much they told themselves they would find a way to fight back, the truth was staring them in the face: Kai had been outplayed.

In the cold light of dawn, reality set in fully. There was no going back to Phoenix Reborn. Not after what Damon had done. Not after the team had stood by and let it happen.

But what now? Was this it? Was this the end of their career?

For the first time in years, Kai didn\'t know the answer. They had no team, no support, and now, no place in the competitive world of Ancient Arena Online. Everything they had built, everything they had worked for—gone.

The bitter truth was, they were starting over. From the bottom.

Kai stared at the blank screen in front of them, hands trembling with exhaustion and anger. But deep beneath the pain, something else stirred. Something that hadn\'t been snuffed out, not yet. Determination.

If Damon thought he could bury Kai and take everything, he was wrong.

This isn\'t over. Not by a long shot.

Kai\'s fists clenched. They would rise again. They had to.

And next time... they would make sure Damon Steele knew exactly what it felt like to fall.