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Earth. That was where humans came from. It was becoming more and more likely this Harper was the girl the champion had famously fallen for. The human he had gone to war with Dreth for, the girl he risked everything to claim.

Why did I help her?

I’d been heading back to my room from the fighting pits’ holding cells when the power cut out. I was next in line to fight Kren during the Survivor Challenge.

It wasn’t a fight I was looking forward to. Being low-ranked, I had been paired with a team of eleven others.

Twelve versus the undefeated champion…

I didn’t fancy our chances. At least, not if I wasn’t allowed to fight with all my skills.

The locks opened when the power went down and the prisoners joined in the chaos. I thought only of returning to my room and waiting for the guards to reestablish order. And there was no doubt in my mind that eventually they would.

And then I came across the open door of Kren’s cell and the disgusting scene taking place inside it.

But why had I chosen to get involved?

I didn’t need to. I could have turned in the opposite direction and continued on my way.

Maybe it was seeing her small shape, surrounded by a gang of disreputable thugs or knowing a travesty was about to take place and I knew it would haunt me if I walked on by and let it happen.

The fact we were in the middle of a riot affected my decision greatly. After all, violence was a way of life in a riot. I could easily deny I had any part in the ensuing fight and pretend the beat down had been committed by someone else.

Fayn was right. Who was going to believe a rank five-hundred brawler could beat four top-twenty fighters?

Sometimes being the worst could be an advantage.

“Have you known Kren long?” I asked.

Harper shrugged.

“Everyone knows who he is,” she said defensively.

There could be no doubt. It had to be her. Why else would she be in his room?

“Do you know what’s happening in this prison?” I said.

“Looks like a riot to me,” Harper said, eyes sparkling as she took another bite of chocolate.

“Really? I thought it was just a party.”

Harper giggled and kicked her feet.

“You know, you fight very well for someone ranked at five hundred.”

“I guess we do what we need to when our backs are to the wall.”

“But your back wasn’t to the wall. You could have left if you wanted to. You didn’t have to stay.”

It came back to that same question.

Why had I gotten involved?

“How long do you think this riot will last?” Harper said.

“There’s no telling. As long as it takes for the guards to rally. It shouldn’t take long. The warden will make sure of that. He’s not about to let a section of his prison slip through his fingers.”

“I suppose not.”

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