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CHAPTER 12

作者: Joy Oforah
last update 公開日: 2026-11-07 06:30:14

Everyone thinks they understand the brutal anatomy of pain until it tears their own chest wide open. A man isn’t your first heartbreak, Your mother is.

Was there something I could have done differently? I tortured myself with the question as I watched her slip past the iron threshold, swallowed by the void before total darkness dragged me under and I passed out.

Now, waking up meant descending back into hell. I had no zeal left, no purp

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  • The hunt: Blood of the void   CHAPTER 19

    The days following our arrival at the eastern wing blurred into a relentless, blood-soaked cycle of survival.There was no soft transition, no grace period granted to let our bruised bodies adjust to the agonizing weight of iron blades or the suffocating, stale air of the subterranean barracks. Dawn arrived not with warmth, but with the cold, metallic clang of iron bars echoing down the stone corridors, dragging us out of our fitful slumbers to face another day of violence. Training ground sunrises gave way to bruised, sun-baked afternoons, and bruised afternoons melted into shivering, painful evenings. The fortress did not care about our fatigue, it was an unyielding machine built to grind down flesh and spirit until only the most ruthless remained.The Game Makers had a chillingly clinical term for the daily bloodbath they subjected us to, the weeding process.It was designed with terrifying calculation to cull the weak long before the actual gam

  • The hunt: Blood of the void   CHAPTER 18

    I was already on the training grounds long before dawn broke over the jagged marble horizon of Rome.Sleep had been an impossible, cruel luxury. I hadn’t managed to catch a single wink of it all through the night, every time I closed my eyes, the humiliating, raw memory of the banquet replayed behind my eyelids like an unhealing burn. My father’s mocking, aristocratic sneer, his cold eyes dismissing me as a weak, provincial mistake, and the choking sensation of fleeing that grand hall in tears, it was more than enough to keep me awake, staring blankly up at the rotting wooden beams of my subterranean cell.But the arena didn't care about bruised pride, and survival certainly didn't care about exhaustion. I had to win against all odds. There was no alternative, no quiet retreat back to a peaceful life. My mother was sitting in an imperial cage somewhere across the border, her life hanging by the thinnest thread, and every second I spent feeling sorry for myself was a second I surrender

  • The hunt: Blood of the void   CHAPTER 17

    The rhythmic, commanding knock at my heavy wooden door pulled me abruptly from the heavy fog of my thoughts. I would say it was almost surprisingly gracious of them to offer us gowns for the evening. Most of the contestants dragged in from the provinces were dirt-poor peasants with nothing suitable to wear to an imperial function, and the court naturally wouldn't want our shabby appearances ruining the pristine aesthetic of their grand political theatre.When I cracked the door open, a silent palace maid stood in the dim corridor, offering a modest selection of dresses provided by the royal wardrobe. I stared at the garments with quiet resentment, more than anything, I wished I could dress in men’s tailoring or simple military leather, anything to obscure my form and help disguise me among the crowds. But such a luxury was denied to me here.Leaving the dresses on the bed, I headed down the hall to the washroom attached to our wing. It

  • The hunt: Blood of the void   CHAPTER 16

    I must have drifted into a fitful, shallow haze near dawn, because suddenly my mother was there, lingering in the dark behind my eyelids.She stood at the edge of the ash-covered fields of home, her face ghostly pale, her hands reaching out to me through a rising, choking wall of black smoke. Her voice echoed, strained and desperate, warning me to run before the scorched ground caved in completely beneath her feet.I bolted upright with a sharp, ragged gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird beating its wings to death. Cold sweat slicked my neck, and for one terrifying, disoriented second, I thought the smoke was real, that I was choking on the fires of our past. But as the shadows receded, I was met only by the bleak, weeping stone walls of my cell and the gray, weak light filtering through the high iron grate.Before I could collect my scattered thoughts or steady my breathing, a harsh iron bell cl

  • The hunt: Blood of the void   CHAPTER 15

    I had never truly been away from Pompeli. It was the first time I was stepping beyond the boundaries of what I called home, and as our wretched transport cart finally creaked through the sprawling gates of the capital, I realized with startling clarity how utterly sheltered my life had been.Pompeli was warm, intimate, and deeply lived-in a coastal haven steeped in sea-salted air, sun-bleached stone, and the comforting, rhythmic hum of everyday trade along the Sarno. Its streets were wide enough to encounter familiar faces, lined with vibrant frescoed villas, bustling market stalls, and the steady, protective backdrop of the mountains.The capital, Rome, by stark contrast, felt monstrous.The imperial heart of the empire was a staggering labyrinth of monolithic marble monuments, towering stone archways, and sprawling colosseums that seemed to swallow the sky. Where Pompeii moved with the leisurely, breathing pulse of the

  • The hunt: Blood of the void   CHAPTER 14

    For the relentless days leading up to the tournament, my mind and body operated on a knife-edge of hyper-awareness. I poured every waking second into brutal, unbroken training, but I couldn't bear to remain within the suffocating, toxic walls of the palace among the swelling crowd of contestants. Before I fled back to our quiet estate, however, there was one agonizing debt I had to settle: I had to see Thalia.Finding out that Tiberius had deliberately targeted her, forcing her name onto the roster for The Hunt as cruel, calculated leverage against me, I had nearly broken what little sanity I had left. When I confronted her, watching her break down in hysterical tears as she begged me not to throw my life away, the raw, agonizing truth finally slammed into me. I finally understood why my mother had done what she did all those years ago. It hadn't been out of weakness or submission; it was pure, unadulterated, self-sacrificing love.Thalia ce

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