Battle Room,
Everyone was watching as only three warriors stood against more than ten sand golems. Even though their leader, Edward, had hinted at how to destroy the sand monsters, it was far from an easy task. The golems were relentless.
Most of the spectators weren't cheering. They were silent. Tense. They were afraid. Afraid that they might be dragged into the fight, afraid to admit that, deep down, this was already their fight too.
The system's message had carved fear into their minds...
Complete the tasks or die trying.
That was it—simple and brutal. Unless everyone inside the dungeon was dead or victorious, the map wouldn't change. There was no escape, no way out.
Lara was crouched on the floor, tears dripping through her fingers as she hid her face in her hands. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to face death head-on. But something inside her stirred… trembling as she watched Tyson fight.
