Another day dawned, marking the end of the third round of the Lunar Game. Only the final stage remained.
The atmosphere across the Blood Moon territory was heavy, charged with fear, exhaustion, and anticipation.
Warriors limped, healed, and prepared themselves for one last fight that could change their fate.
Livia, however, felt none of that excitement.
She wanted—tried—to watch what was happening inside the arena, but the moment she imagined the blades, the screams, the blood… her stomach twisted. She couldn't bear it. Not again. Not this close.
So she gently told Aldus,"It's fine… I'll stay here. I don't want to see it."
Aldus didn't question her. He only brushed his hand across her cheek, nodded, and left to oversee the final round.
When he arrived at the arena, he granted the surviving warriors an hour of rest. The crowd buzzed with nervous whispers while healers rushed to tend to wounds.
But while the world was busy preparing for the final stage.
