Cyrus agreed. But as he turned away, the warrior swiftly approached, clasped Cyrus’ hand, and pricked his palm with a tiny needle.

Cyrus had initially dismissed the act as a cheap ploy to disrupt his focus. He didn't lose the match; in fact, he forced his opponent into a continuous retreat.

Later, they captured the warrior and subjected him to rigorous interrogation.

He claimed he had been momentarily swayed by the desire to win through trickery, seeking respect through deceit.

They hadn't taken him seriously.

By the time they connected the dots, it was too late.

The letter's sender was the same warrior, who was dying from an incurable disease when they found him, with only a few days to Live.

Kyler and Devonte interrogated him relentlessly, using every method they knew.

He confessed under torture that he had no idea who had made the poison, only that someone wanted Cyrus dead.

With Cyrus' health rapidly deteriorating, he could no longer oversee the league's internal affairs.

The three of them huddled together, devising the most pessimistic plan imaginable.

“So, you want to keep this from me?" Lilah emerged from her hiding spot, her smile tinged with bitterness.

Devonte turned, looking resigned and guilty.

He realized there was no more hiding. He had run out of options and felt utterly lost.

"I'll ask around, see if anyone knows how to detoxify it," Gerard offered, stepping out to give Lilah and Devonte some space.

Left alone with her, Devonte's guilt only deepened.

"Lilah..." he murmured.

Lilah took a deep breath and cut him off. "No more beating around the bush. Let's tackle this together."

In the ward, Cyrus lounged against the bed, clearly unhappy. Seeing Lilah enter with Devonte, he immediately knew what had happened.

"Devonte, can't you ever keep your mouth shut? Do you really need lessons on what to say and what not to say? Do you need me to teach you?" He glared at Devonte ferociously.

Devonte hung his head, fully aware of his mistake.

“Well, if it weren't for Devonte, I wouldn't have known you were poisoned. Were you planning to hide it and die in some corner where I couldn't even find your body to bury?"

Lilah's eyes were cold. She was clearly pissed.

Cyrus pursed his lips, lost for words.