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However, she seemed tense, like she was doing something really important, and she could not afford to mess up. “Claude, the general manager of Glazed Light is asking for you.” After that brief introduction, she immediately went to stand at the back of the crowd, worried that she would end up getting dragged into this war. When Wendy saw everything before her, she was taken aback. There was a sea of reporters surrounding me, and my colleagues stood at the back with various expressions. Soon, though, she smiled calmly. “Looks like you’re in quite a bit of trouble too.” I feigned relaxation and was just about to speak when Lloyd ran over, like a shark smelling blood.

I try to sit up, to reach for the edge of the mattress and anchor myself to reality, but my limbs disobey. My hands tremble as they hover over the ruined sheets. The void left by the Blond Man’s sudden disappearance feels like a physical vacuum, sucking the air out of the room. Then, the itch starts. It begins at the base of my spine, a sharp, prickling heat that radiates outward, flooding my veins with liquid fire. The game isn't done with me. The board might be in the other room, gathering dust on a table, but its invisible claws are dug deep into my bones

Fuck me sideways – I didn't check my six. Struggling against the vice-like grip, I drive my elbow into my attacker's ribs, aiming for the kidneys. Instead of loosening his hold, the bastard only tightens it, making spots dance before my eyes like a fucked-up disco ball. I grind my heel into his foot, feeling bones crunch, and slam the back of my head into his face. The sickening crunch of cartilage is music to my ears. Seizing the moment, I deliver a brutal knee to his family jewels.

My father's grin broadened, "I am. There will be two phases of today's game. The first phase will be each alpha fighting against thirty men and women. To the fighters, if you're down for five seconds, you're out. While the Alphas are fighting, Kara, you'll be up against another fifteen. The same rules apply to the fighters you're going up against. Once all thirty of the fighters against the Alphas are eliminated, they will have to get to you. The one that, in theory, saves you, wins." "How do expect us to do that when she won't let us touch her?" Miles queried. "I got you these," Orion fished out two sets of leather gloves from his pocket and handed one set to Miles, "I didn't think we would

“His scanner is calibrated to the ambient temperature of the wet concrete. If you drop low, the cold water of the puddle will mask your thermal signature for exactly two seconds before his display recalibrates. The guard on your right is off-balance. He’s putting too much weight on his right heel to avoid slipping in the clay.” A slow, chilling wave of absolute clarity washed over my mind. The panic, the tears, the desperate wife who had begged him to live in that closet —all of it vanished, replaced by the cold, calculating void of the Ghost. "Which one has the radio?" I whispered under my breath, making it look like a quiet, desperate prayer to the men in front of me.

"But you're too much like your father." Jackson didn't respond, but broke into a run, charging towards me. I glanced at my tablet, then up at the hull of Terminus. Just a little bit more time... Quinn closed the distance between us rapidly. Five hundred meters. I pushed my Pantheon into a sprint, leaving any cover behind. In moments we would both be in range of each other and one of us would jump to escape the incoming damage. Four hundred meters. Neither of us jumped, instead running at each other full tilt. I almost laughed aloud. We were playing chicken in multi-million dollar mechs.

His tone suddenly became calm, making me nervously crack my knuckles. The look on his face was terrifying. It was like I was seeing a completely different side of him. This wasn't the Liam I knew. He wasn't the Liam who always took me out for ice cream when I was sad. He suddenly stood up and took a step towards me, causing me to step back. My heart pounded in my chest as each step I took drew me closer to the wall, until my back was against the cold concrete. I felt him closing in, our chests almost touching. I watched as his arm rose above my head, landing on the wall above me, invading my personal space.

What he needed most is the strength of all his senses. Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.”

Alessia froze, her tears still falling as the cold touch on her shoulder sent an unexplainable chill down her spine. Slowly, she turned her head, expecting to see yet another blank face ignoring her. But what she saw made her breath hitch. A man stood behind her, tall and cloaked in an aura of shadows. His deep-set, piercing silver eyes seemed to see straight through her. His presence was unnerving, yet oddly calming, as if he belonged to a realm she had no comprehension of.