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Alpha King Dimitrio. My armor is crafted from the finest steel, each piece is forged of titanium but I still have to be careful. Mordecai’s sword is not ordinary but neither is mine. The pauldrons, breastplate, and greaves fit perfectly, enhancing my formidable physique. My unbuttoned tunic which is beneath the armor reveals a glimpse of my chest. In addition, there is pendant hung around my neck, an emblem of my house— Gethmorn. From the royal box, I scan the arena below which is filled with a sea of expectant wolves. Banners and flags of various colours waved enthusiastically, and the scent of excitement mixed with the dust. My hand rested lightly on the pommel of my sword, a massive and ornate weapon that hung at my waist. The hilt is crafted from gleaming silver and studded with bea