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Fear clung to them like a second skin, so obvious I could smell it from here. Humans. They had humans here. “What’s going on?” I asked Zeus, trying to keep my voice neutral. He dismounted with casual grace, like we were at a social event instead of whatever nightmare this was. “A biker race.” The way he said it, so matter-of-fact and unconcerned, told me it was anything but a simple race. This was judgment, or execution. Something terrible disguised as entertainment. “Why are you racing at night?” I asked, looking at the dangerous terrain barely visible beyond the headlights. “It’s too dangerous.”

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

After all, jumping from window to window would be a lot faster than going down and up a flight of stairs. There were two games that Zen knew were good options to train his running skills. The first was a straightforward reflex runner game called Maze Runner. He had to collect speed boosts in the game to complete the maze level and avoid running into walls as he ran. The second game was a personal favourite. It was an obstacle running competition against an artificial intelligence opponent. While the game did not have many in-game elements, the controls and special animation effects were what made the game so thrilling. It was called Street Sprinter.

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

Kael’s POV The trail north looked deceptively peaceful — dew on the grass, thin sunlight threading through the trees, the kind of morning that should’ve belonged to farmers and not fugitives. But the tracks were fresh. And Dren was running scared. Mara rode beside me, her cloak pulled tight, expression the same mixture of irritation and discipline she wore whenever she was forced to travel in my company. “You’re going too fast,” she said. “I’m going at a human pace,” I replied. “If this is too fast, that’s a personal problem.”

“Your mind will clear the more you move. Now, get going.” With a quick nod of thanks and a heart filled with gratitude, Kendra raced off into the night. She was a seasoned traveler and had trained herself to jog at a steady pace for hours before having to stop and rest. Because she was worried about her escape being found out sooner rather than later and having them come after her, the urge to run as fast as she could was overwhelming. She forced it back as she slowed her pace into a steady jog. She may not cover as much ground in a short period of time, but she’d be able to last through the night without having to stop and rest. Stopping and resting seemed to be the more dangerous situation

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

My heart was pounding in my chest. My breathing sped up the faster I ran. I could feel every pound of my paws on the forest floor. The wind ruffled my fur as I picked up speed. A part of me was afraid, yes. I could hear his footsteps miles behind me. I could hear that he was not running as fast as he could, which meant he was toying with me. I’d never been a particularly fast wolf when compared to others like Melissa who was the fastest wolf in our pack, so I knew for sure that he could catch me. I just didn’t think he would try. I underestimated his pride and anger.

“Mara, Sam, Lena—watch the runes.” “Got it,” Lena says, light tracing a safe path. “Like the uprising?” “Sneakier,” Raymond says, light guiding us. “We’re close.” The archive’s halls are a maze, walls carved with runes that pulse with dark magic, air thick with dust and old power. A guardian shade lunges, claws slashing, and my shadows tear it apart, ash scattering like snow. “Keep it tight!” I yell, shielding Raymond as another shade strikes, grazing my side, blood dripping hot.

" Xandros' granddaughter asks. I sigh I didn't see this coming cause I thought my assassin could kill her. "don't worry the maze will be safe. Maze power will depend on what the person who possesses that power where they want to place their power. And they only put you inside into a big arena where each of you can fight the fighter until how long you can. There's is nothing you can see there aside from the fighter itself. There is no monster this time like you've been saying. Are you sure there's someone who wants to kill you inside the forest? Maybe that was only a creature inside the forest?"