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The love of my life, the lone survivor Ikhax had been hunting relentlessly, had been right under his nose.
And tonight, thanks to Ikhax’s obsession with the truth and his unyielding hunt for the survivor, he was about to facilitate our escape.
As he released me, I felt the weight of our deal, the gravity of the choices I’d made.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Thank you, Ikhax. Until tonight.”
As I walked out of the cell, I could feel his eyes on my back, but I didn’t look back.
The dim corridors of Ikmal prison seemed to stretch endlessly, but my steps were light.
With every step, the weight of the looming escape and the threat Ikhax posed pressed on me.
But there was also hope, a glimmer of a future beyond these walls, a future with Kuana.
As I continued to walk, I contemplated the twist of fate.
Here was Ikhax, a creature so consumed by his search for the truth, unknowingly aiding the very person he sought.
The irony was delicious, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
Closing in on the Prize Pool, the reality of what was about to transpire dawned on me.
The planning, the secrecy, the risks — it all culminated into this one night.
There was no turning back, and as much as I feared the unknown that lay ahead, the thought of finally being free, of being with Kuana without the shadows of the past haunting us, was exhilarating.
Slipping into the Prizes’ shared dorm, I took a moment to breathe.
In the dim light, I caught my reflection in the mirror.
The face staring back was one of determination, of hope, and of love.
This was it.
The countdown to freedom had begun.
As I prepared for the night, the poetic justice of the situation wasn’t lost on me.
Ikhax, in his quest for the truth, had unknowingly become an architect of his own defeat.
It was a sweet irony, and as the hours ticked by, I relished in it.
Tonight, Kuana and I would leave Ikmal behind, and Ikhax would be none the wiser.
13
KUANA
The dim antechamber was buzzing with anticipation, fighters preparing for the impending battles in the pits, their shouts and roars echoing off the cold walls.
But among the chaos, a lone figure sat quietly in a corner, legs crossed, and eyes closed.
That was me, Kuana.
A soft rustle from my pocket broke my concentration.
Reaching inside, I pulled out a tiny folded note, the paper slightly crumpled.
