Dael POV
The fall had ended, but my senses hadn’t.
Darkness swallowed me completely for a heartbeat, then the floor gave way to the soft, metallic hum of machinery. My hands touched the cold, smooth surface of a wall as I tried to regain balance.
The crimson mask hid the fury in my eyes, but it didn’t hide the storm in my chest.
A corridor opened before me. Panels of monitors flickered to life, glowing with feeds from cameras I had not seen before. And then I saw it.
Every participant in the game… dead.
Bodies sprawled across the stone floor, broken, limp. The traps were merciless, precise. All of them are victims of the same cruel design. Except one.
Zyra.
She moved forward slowly, every step deliberate, despite her exhaustion and the blood streaking her uniform. Her hair, dark
