Evren let out a low laugh. "Is that supposed to be a joke?"
Soren gave him a flat look. "What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing," he sighed.
"Good." She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair, her tone turning clipped but faintly amused. "You're close, though. The faction leaders had an international summit and decided Genesis and Nexus would host this competition together. Both academies are overflowing with talent. Mutants, and Dregs alike. The so-called next generation."
She gave a humorless smile. "They want to pit them against each other to find the top contenders. The ones who'll rule beside them in the future. It's fascinating… and utterly stupid."
Evren tightened his grip on his phone until his knuckles went white. He knew she was still not telling him everything. "Why now? They could've just handpicked their recruits like they always do when someone impresses them. Why force a bloodbath? And the faction heirs... what if they die?"
