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Hope’s POV

The sky weeps and it floods the earth, causing the once-burning flames to smoulder, dispersing the suffocating smoke.

I stand under the rain and with eyes closed, I lift my head up, part my lips and catch the raindrops that fall into my open mouth. The raindrop is salty.

That is when I realise that I am tasting a mixture of rain with my own tears.

Tears.

Yes, I guess it’s safe to say that I am crying. I open my eyes and lower my head, scanning the now damp and ashen beach. I see blackened waves rushing to shore, withered leaves and charred branches dropping to the ground. And corpses, I see corpses scattered everywhere.

“Murderers…” I swear under my breath as my eyes sweep over the lifeless bodies that once lived and breathed Just this morning, they had probably been laughing and smiling, going about with their lives. And now, they are dead.

All because of the Omega Games. The fucking Omega Games.

“Stay out of the rain, Hope. Come to the fire.” A voice orders me from