DUEL OF HONOR

SERGEANT COLE POV

I sat alone in my study, the room bathed in the relentless embrace of sunlight. It spilled through the dusty windows, casting long, intrusive fingers across the battle-worn maps and aged tomes that lined the shelves. Each volume, every scrap of parchment, bore witness to my lifelong obsession—an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and power.

Before me lay an array of documents and maps, a mosaic of Lucian's life. The pursuit had begun the moment I learned of his identity as the Lycan Lord of Chaos. My fingers, their tips calloused from years of combat and calculation, traced lines of ink, connecting the dots in a labyrinthine tapestry of history.

Every name, every location, represented a thread in the complex narrative of Lucian's past, waiting to be unraveled. The sun's unyielding rays illuminated this quest, a relentless search for weaknesses in the formidable adversary who had become my prey.

In these journals, Lucian was painted as cunning, malevolent, and a ruthle