At 1 p.m., the Roarers shifted their training from the Roarers Training Center to Iron Vault Arena for a tactical session. Just an hour earlier, the Emerald Bay Lumina had wrapped up their own familiarization drills here.
Ryan was laser-focused on his positioning, sweat dripping, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor—completely unaware that the recent entertainment headlines about him and Chloe were quietly stirring up a storm, accelerating the fate of the Roarers' ownership.
Meanwhile, at Iron City's most exclusive private club—The Obsidian Room .
Steven Palmer, Iron City's richest man, sat across from Victor Crane, the Roarers' owner, sharing an opulent lunch of lobster and Bordeaux. But the atmosphere was thick and tense, more like a locker room before a big game than a leisurely meal.
