Whispers of Waxwell's skill spread. The city, once indifferent, began to take notice. Powerful factions watched, evaluating, measuring. His victories had carved a reputation, but they also brought new enemies.
Every alley, every rooftop, every shadow now felt alive with potential threat. Waxwell's ascent was underway, but the path was treacherous. Allies, rivals, predators—all waited, watching. He was no longer invisible.
For the first time, Waxwell understood that ambition and danger were inseparable. Rising meant more than fighting—it meant navigating politics, deception, and the city's constant scrutiny.