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But our respite was short-lived, as the second trial loomed before us—a labyrinth of twisting corridors and shifting walls. "This will test our perseverance," Alex remarked, his voice echoing in the maze-like passages. Sophia nodded, her eyes scanning the labyrinth for any signs of danger. "We must stay focused and trust our instincts." With determination fueling our every step, we navigated the maze, each twist and turn bringing us closer to the heart of the trial. But just as we thought we were making progress, a deafening roar echoed through the labyrinth, sending shivers down our spines. "What was that?" I whispered, my heart racing with fear.

But worries was still visible in my voice. "He already know--" I heard gunshots in the other line. My eyes widened, I heard noises, screams and gunshots. "Nate, what's happening?" "He already know the you are alive!" Even he did not spout a name, I know who is he talking about. I massage my temple, The car started to move. The twelfth leader of Thanatos, the Phantom is now aware of my existence.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

One of them, a tall alpha with scars across his jaw, stepped forward. "First trial begins now," he announced. "Timed run through the woods. Each team must retrieve three marked flags. Teams stay paired at all times. Anyone caught alone forfeits the trial." Jason's stomach dropped. He was still assigned to Avalon, and the thought of spending hours alone with him in the forest made his skin crawl. But worse than that was the physical challenge ahead. A run through rough terrain meant sweating, and sweating meant his scent blocker would weaken. "Go back to your cabins," the instructor continued. "Freshen up, eat breakfast, then report back here in one hour."

Instead, a tall maze of steel and vines stood at the center, stretching into the trees beyond. A trial of instinct and survival. The rules were simple. Find your way out before sundown. No weapons. No help. The catch? You weren’t alone in the maze. Mara touched my arm before I stepped forward. “This isn’t about speed. It’s about endurance.” I nodded, tightening my ponytail. “I’ve got both.” She smiled. “Then go show them what a rogue can do.” I entered the maze last. The second I stepped in, the shadows swallowed everything. The air was thicker here, laced with magic or memory—I couldn’t tell.

"It is a marathon of the soul. You have shed the weak. You have purged the traitors. Now only the Apex remains." I pushed myself up off the cold concrete. My bare feet ached. The cut on my back stung in the damp, freezing air. "Sloane is hunting you, Lolita," Franco’s voice purred sadisticlly, echoing off the steel beams. "And the maze is designed to break whatever is left of your sanity. The corridors span miles. There are traps. There are echoes of your past. And there are no clocks. You could be down here for days. There is a bottle of water and three protein bars in the chest in front of you. You will hunt each other in the dark until one of you stops breathing. Welcome to the Abyss."

"The Trial? Torin told me about it." Vesper laughs, a harsh, cold sound. "Torin is a dreamer. He thinks you can survive because you’re 'spunky.' But the Trial of the Luna isn't a debate. It is a test of the blood. You will be sent into the Iron-Wood at night. Alone. You have to find the Moon-Stone and bring it back before dawn." "That doesn't sound so hard," Juniper says, though her heart is thumping.

But for every one we hit, three more crawled out of the junk. "There are too many!" Isaac shouted, kicking away a mechanical limb that tried to grab his ankle. "This way!" Mira yelled, pointing to a heavy blast door hidden behind a stack of rusted tanks. "If we reach the tunnels, we can lose them!" We ran. The ground was uneven, filled with sharp metal and slick oil. I tripped over a pile of old wires, nearly dropping Leo. Rowan caught me, lifting me up and pushing me toward the door. The Scrappers were snapping at our heels, their metal jaws clicking with a hungry sound.

She barely made it to the toilet before she was retching, her body trying to expel the poison in her veins. Soon, heavy footsteps pounded in the hallway. Multiple sets. Moving fast. Angry. Luna gripped the sink, forcing herself to stand. She had just enough time to rinse her mouth before her bedroom door slammed open. Damon stood there, looking murderous. Behind him, Marissa, Sophia, and Claire were clustered together, their expressions smug. And behind them, of course, was Helen. Her face was a perfect portrait of concerned sympathy that didn't reach her eyes. "Is it true?" Damon's voice was dangerously quiet. "Did you strike a member of my pack?"

The guardians, too, seemed impressed, their glowing eyes widening slightly. But the trial was far from over. The guardians led them to a second test, this time one that involved solving an ancient riddle etched into the surface of a towering stone monolith. The riddle was complex, its meaning obscured by layers of symbolism and allegory. The clues were subtle, requiring keen observation and an intuitive understanding of ancient lore. It was Ronan, with his sharp intellect and his vast knowledge of ancient cultures, who eventually cracked the code. He deciphered the riddle, unlocking a hidden passage behind the monolith.