- Clary’s POV - I snapped out of my thoughts the moment the announcer called my name for the next duel.For a second, I just froze, unsure if I should feel thankful for the distraction or curse the timing. My mind was a mess—I couldn’t tell if I was nervous, restless, or downright terrified.Maybe I felt all three.But my feet moved on their own, carrying me toward the center of the stadium.The cheers from the audience sounded distant, muffled, like I was underwater. My heart pounded, each beat louder than the noise around me.If I lose today, it won’t just be my last match for the year—it might be the last match of my life.Because here, in this arena, losing wasn’t just about pride. There was always the possibility of death.I tried not to think about it.If I die here, maybe it would be fate. Maybe I deserved it for being so weak before. Maybe heaven decided this was where my story ended.But no.I didn’t want it to end here.I clenched my fists.I still wanted to get stronger. I
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