Chapter 63

The atmosphere within the room crackled with palpable tension, like a tightly wound spring about to snap. Thorian and Derek locked eyes, the intensity of their silent challenge hanging in the air. Thorian's lips curled into a sneer, a subtle taunt that hinted at his confidence, and he strode confidently to one side of the room to begin his warm-up routine. It was clear that this was no ordinary dance battle; this was a showdown of colossal proportions.

In the midst of this electrifying confrontation, a shadowy figure known as Fenrir lurked. He observed the brewing storm of competition with a keen interest, knowing that what was about to unfold was nothing short of a spectacle. In a subtle attempt to bolster Derek's courage, Fenrir stepped up behind him and began massaging Derek's tense shoulders. "Listen to me, dude," Fenrir whispered, his voice a mixture of encouragement and caution, "whatever you do, don't be afraid to back down."

However, Derek was not one to show fear or back down