MasukJoy sat slowly across the small fire, Kian settling close beside her, both of them studying the old woman's weathered face with a mixture of caution and desperate hope."You knew we were coming," Joy said carefully."I have known for longer than you'd believe," the seer said, poking gently at the fire with a thin stick. "Since before this competition ever existed. Since before you were born, if I am entirely honest, child.""Rosalind said you served the Omega once," Kian said. "That you left his service without explanation."Something flickered across the old woman's face at that — old grief, worn smooth by time but never fully faded. "I served many powerful men in my long life," she said. "The Omega among the worst of them, though I did not understand that fully until it was nearly too late to matter." She looked up, meeting Joy's eyes directly. "I performed a reading once, on a sample of blood he gave me. It told him what he needed to know about a hidden Luna's location, decades ago
The last day's climb began before sunrise, urgency pressing the group forward faster than exhaustion wanted to allow."The trail narrows considerably past this point," Priya warned, studying the map one final time before tucking it away. "According to this, we lose the marked path entirely for the final stretch. From here, it's just the mountain.""How do we know which way to go, then?" Callum asked."We follow whatever's guided us this far," Kian said, glancing meaningfully at Joy.She understood immediately, one hand drifting instinctively to the umbrella strapped across her back, its familiar warmth already stirring faint beneath her palm as though it, too, understood the day ahead mattered more than any before it.They climbed in near silence through the morning, the air growing thinner with every hour, breath coming harder, muscles burning with an exhaustion that had settled bone-deep after three full days of ascent. Twice more Joy felt the umbrella warm sharply against her back,
Morning broke clear and cold, the storm's last traces steaming faintly off the wet rock as the Mountain Approach contestants emerged from the cave to continue their climb.Joy stretched stiff muscles, grateful for the brief rest despite the tension that had never fully left her through the night. Around the cave's mouth, other teams gathered their gear, and she noticed, with a small jolt, the same two contestants from the night before watching her with open, undisguised curiosity."You're Joy," the taller of the two said, stepping closer as their group prepared to set out. "The one from the chamber trial. The one who saved everyone.""That's me," Joy said carefully, aware of Kian shifting subtly closer beside her."We found a cut section of trail yesterday," the shorter one added, glancing between Joy and the surrounding rock like the mountain itself might be listening. "Word's already going around that someone's trying to sabotage a specific climber. People are saying it's you."Joy
The second day's climb began beneath a sky the color of dull iron, clouds gathering low and heavy over the mountain's upper slopes."Storm's coming," Priya said, studying the horizon with a practiced eye as the group shouldered their gear. "Maybe not today. But soon.""Then we move fast while the weather still allows it," Callum said, already testing the first handhold of the morning's climb.They pushed upward through the thinning air, the trail growing steeper with every hour, and twice more they found sections of path deliberately damaged the same way as the day before — clean, precise cuts disguised as natural wear. Each time, Joy felt the umbrella warm faintly against her back moments before Priya's sharp eyes or Kian's careful hands found the danger first."It's like it's warning you before we even see anything," Kian murmured, once they'd marked the second suspicious section with torn fabric."I don't fully understand how," Joy admitted. "It's never been this consistent before.
"Stay roped together in groups of four," the lead guard shouted over the wind, securing the last of the climbing gear onto the assembled contestants. "The path narrows fast past the first ridge. Anyone who falls without a rope securing them will not be retrieved."Joy tightened the harness around her waist, glancing sideways at Kian as he checked his own gear with practiced care. Around them, the remaining Mountain Approach contestants sorted themselves into small climbing teams, nervous energy crackling thick in the cold morning air."Guess we're stuck together whether we like it or not," said a voice beside them, and Joy turned to find a lean, weathered man securing a rope to her harness with efficient hands. "Name's Callum. You two look steady enough. Mind if I climb with you?""Not at all," Joy said. "Joy. This is Kian."A fourth contestant joined them moments later — a quiet young woman named Priya, who said little beyond a soft greeting, though her hands moved with the confident
"A seer near the mountain," Kian repeated, once Joy had relayed everything to him and the others gathered near the shelter's edge. "That's not exactly a place we can just walk to, Joy. The mountain is where the Final Eight trials are supposed to end. We won't get anywhere near it until we've survived everything standing between here and there.""I know," Joy said. "But it means if we do reach the mountain, there's a chance — however small — that this seer might already be waiting somewhere along the way, not just at the summit.""Or it means Rosalind heard an old rumor from someone who heard it from someone else," Serena said, not unkindly, "and we're building a plan around a story that might not hold any weight at all.""Maybe," Joy admitted. "But right now, a possibility is more than I've had since this whole thing started. I'd rather chase something uncertain than sit here waiting for the Omega to try a third time."Farrah, who'd been quiet through most of the conversation, finally







