Semua Bab Alpha of the Deadly Arena: Bab 11 - Bab 16

“Spiders,” Kai hissed.I should have known better. There were no other animals here besides the spiders. They sat at the very top of the food chain. Nothing survived against a pack of giant, venomous, eight-legged monsters.One of them lunged, its mandibles clicking impatiently. In a flash, Kai deflected it and drove his claws straight into its abdomen. He slammed the creature to the ground. It twitched briefly, then went still.It was nighttime. Spiders thrived in cold, damp darkness. This was when they hunted best, especially in groups. They would never retreat after losing one of their own. If anything, they would only grow more aggressive.I pulled out my baton and activated it. Blue light flared as electricity hummed sharply in my ears. One spider rushed forward, and I swung as hard as I could, while Kai lunged in and slashed it apart.Two. Three. Spider carcasses littered the ground, releasing a stench so foul it made my stomach churn. This had to be what hell smelled like.But

Part of my idea was accepted by the team leader. We used cedar leaves to mask our scent, while making spears was deemed a waste of time. And yes, they were all Strains with advantages, unique powers of their own. So we moved quickly, pressing cedar leaves over our bodies and securing them with sap from the trees.The sharp resin smell rising from everyone made my head spin.We continued the journey despite the night and the increasingly suffocating air. The oxygen we breathed felt limited, as if it had to be shared with the dense forest around us. I started to feel drained from the lack of air, but I forced myself into a light run, keeping up with the others.The deeper we went, the more pungent the spiders’ nauseating stench became. Even the tree trunks were wrapped in thick webs. When touched, they were sticky and left behind a disgust I knew I would never forget.The team leader, whom I now knew as Fredrick, warned us not to touch the spider silk. The tension in those strands was e

Once we all passed through the gates, a ship was waiting ahead of us. One by one, the participants boarded it. Some collapsed onto the floor the moment they stepped inside. I did not count how many from Team Radon survived, but I knew we had lost many. Too many seats were left empty.My gaze drifted to Kael, sitting alone in a corner. No one dared to sit near him. I stayed beside Ash. The stench of rot, blood, and sweat filled the ship. This was not the smell of victory. It was the smell of delayed death.We returned to Radon territory and were shoved off the ship like livestock being herded back into their pens. Even those who were injured received no concern from the guards.When I glanced at Kael again, his usually firm stride looked unsteady. He forced himself upright, as if pretending he was fine.I supported Ash as we headed toward our cabin, overhearing hushed conversations among the others. After Phase One, every face was marked by trauma. Even speaking felt dangerous. Days of