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The impact sends a shockwave rippling through the hall, knocking the breath from my lungs and driving me back a step. The whispers beneath his voice rise, swelling into a chorus of agony. “The Final Game begins at dawn,” he announces. “Rest, if you can. Remember, if you dare.” His gaze lingers on me too long. “Make the easy choice,” he whispers. “It is the only way to end this.” Then the torches go out all at once. Darkness swallows the hall. When the light returns, the Herald is gone, but the blood remains. Dax stands beside me now, closer than before.

They suddenly disappeared from sight after promising to give me five minutes to hide myself. "Did they give up already?" I muttered under my breath. Well it's their loss if they did. I'll just need to remain in hiding for 5 more minutes and then I win. "Five minutes is up sweetheart," Alec dropped from the tree in front of me and I almost yelled and a hand suddenly covered my mouth from behind. "Shush," Tyler whispered, from behind me. "We can't have the others know that the game has ended already. We still have five more minutes before they start looking for us."

Just when Jun was about to intervene, Elliot took the monitor from Lisa's hand. Ben assured him with a smile, "I just looked it up online, and it's a simple game. They are going to show you some videos, and you win as long as you don't react. Hahaha, this is the perfect game for you, because you won't budge no matter what they show you." Being overly confident, Ben announced, "Let us place some bets! I bet that he's going to win! Which one of you thinks he will lose? Place your bets!"

They hurried toward the windows and shut them one after another, blocking out every trace of sunlight before quickly scrambling out of the room. They knew better than to leave the windows open around me. I was a beast condemned to live in darkness. A curse placed upon me by a powerful witch had taken away my ability to withstand sunlight. It was not merely an inconvenience. It had stripped me of the freedom to rule my own kingdom as I once had. A hundred years ago, my own Beta, Scott, betrayed me. He divided my kingdom into two factions and took half of it for himself. But betrayal was only the beginning of what he did to me, he killed my mate.

“This… this is the treaty with the Blackridge House.” I leaned closer. “Yes. The alliance you were meant to seal. With me.” Before he could reach for the scroll, I snatched it up, tearing it clean down the middle. Then again. And again—until it rained around us like flakes of ash. Alpha David leapt to his feet. “Becky, what in hellfire are you doing?!” I brushed the scraps from my fingers. “Ending this farce. I’d never bind myself—or my house—to your corrupt name.”

Beverly then positioned herself where Jackson had appointed. “Ten shots. Make sure you count properly. " Shouted Jackson from the end of the beach. "Yes." said Beverly, shouting loudly And… the game begins. Beverly threw a few small stones into the river. Fish began to appear from the stream. They jumped, as if flying and Jackson shot the fish. The first shot hit a fish. Then the second shot was hit, again on target. The next shot hit one fish again. After successfully shooting one fish, Jackson took the count. Beverly saw Jackson's actions every time Jackson was about to aim his rifle.

But now, I thought he was simply pathetic. "Are you finished?" I asked. "Elena, can we start over?" He grabbed my hand. "I swear, from now on, there will only be you. I've banished Lydia from the pack, and the elder family has been dissolved. No one can obstruct us now!" I pulled my hand away. "Damon, do you think love is a game? That you can end it when you want, and start over when you want?" "That's not true! I mean every word!" he replied.

I argue. “No, it’s not,” Ben frowns at me as if I just said the world is a triangle. “Five games, winner has to win three times or more,” Leo says. “We’d hide first. Close your eyes and count till thirty. Don’t cheat,” he raps the rules, grabbing his wife. Ben and I turn around, close our eyes, and then start counting for them, but I can hear the water ripples and what direction they went. Sike.

“Correct. Shared authorship achieved. Probability of continued survival: increased significantly.” The ghost’s form flickered violently, as if the abyss’s change destabilized it. “Fools. You’ve drawn its full attention. Do you not understand? If it accepts you as players, it will not let you go. You have entered a game with no exit.” Ian’s grin sharpened. “Then we make our own exit. Just like we made our own rhythm.” The abyss pulsed one last time, its resonance heavy with finality. *Then the game continues.* And the board expanded outward, infinite tiles stretching into the abyss, each glowing with possibilities yet unplayed.

KEY AUTHOR – CYCLE 271. BOUND ESCORT – RETIREMENT. CHAMPION – PERPETUAL. And then there were the generic ones: STANDARD ENDING. ALTERNATE ENDING. TRAGIC ENDING. ERASURE. It looked like the game had drafted blueprints for every way we might end. “This is like walking through the world’s worst spoiler section,” Jax muttered. “Ten out of ten, do not recommend.” “Stay within sightlines,” Corvin said. His voice still came out a little rough from where the Admin had squeezed it. “We don’t know what happens if someone gets lost in their own door.”