Chapter 69

Alpha Draxler, observing the unfolding scene with a predatory gaze, exuded an air of unwavering confidence. "Don't die trying to keep up with me," he sneered, his words a taunt that echoed through the charged atmosphere.

In that crucial moment, Jake seized the opportunity to alter the course of the confrontation. With a swift motion, he threw the smoke bomb onto the floor. The metallic canister erupted in a hiss of smoke, creating a temporary shroud that veiled our movements from Draxler's keen eyes.

The battlefield transformed into a surreal dreamscape, the smoke billowing and swirling like ethereal tendrils. It became our cloak, our shield against the impending onslaught. The opaque haze obscured the boundaries between adversaries, blurring the lines of power and vulnerability.

As the smoke curled and diffused the room, we seized the chance to break free from Alpha Draxler's immediate grasp. With urgency coursing through our veins, we sprinted toward the basement, where the concealed