Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
Selene’s did the same opposite, her figure splintered into a hall of Champions.
The pen’s glow flared in my hand, its light syncing with each new tremor of the shifting floor—a jittering heartbeat I couldn’t quite tell was mine or the Game’s.
I drew a slow, steadying breath, fingers tightening on the pen. This was it.
Overhead, a single, deep bell tolled.
“BEGIN,” the Game said.
The duel started.