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Day 1 of the Drekkal’Zuun
Dust clouds roll across the arena as the Martian sun rises higher upon the sky. The chaos of the Kor’Zeluun has faded, but the silence that follows is no safer.

The Venling and Sadbread move through the rocks together - an odd pairing, yet effective.
Later that afternoon, The Venling begins constructing a crude shack using scavenged metal and fibrous Kirr stems.
Unseen nearby, The Glimloop hides in the sand, listening. It can hear their voices - muffled, cautious - and takes note of their alliance.

Elsewhere, Cynamity and The Mercurii form a temporary truce. They move through the dunes as a pair. Neither speaks much, but their actions are synchronized. They gather tools. Weapons. Water.

Suchomimus, momentarily unbothered, picks Martian wildflowers from a ridge. They’re not useful. But they’re beautiful. Toraix spots him from afar and begins pursuit - slow, steady, relentless. He sprints towards Suchomimus, chasing him around. Not to kill, to plant fear.

Feminem stumbles across a trickling stream. She kneels, cupping water in her hands.

The Boopiter and Glade split up as planned. They’ve taken what they could from the Bloodbath - now it is time to gather the supplies they can find around.
The Boopiter crosses paths with Bexxi, who is looking for supplies near a collapsed transport pod. Bexxi seems to have seen it and with a sudden movement, it flings debris to distract her - then flees into the haze.
Bexxi, startled but unharmed, let's the Boopiter disappear. She kicks around rubble and stones, only to uncover something unexpected. She finds a small box in the sand, inside she finds a  ration.

The Marzie is crouched atop a wind-scarred cliff, watching everything unfold below.

Night 1 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The wind quiets. The dust settles. The stars blink.

The Boopiter attempts to start a fire for itself and Glade. Sparks flicker, but the kindling wont catch.
Glade doesn’t seem to mind. She lies back on a slab of Martian stone, eyes looking upon the Martian nightsky.

Elsewhere, Cynamity and The Mercurii sit back-to-back at a makeshift camp. The Mercurii hunches over, wrapping one of his arms with a torn sleeve.
Cynamity staring at the sky in silence. Neither speaks.

Bexxi, wrapped in what little she has, tries and fails to build a fire. She curls into herself and sleeps without warmth.

The Venling hums, trying to sing Sadbread and itself to sleep.
Sadbread listens in silence, unsure whether it’s comfort or madness.

Toraix climbs a twisted Martian tree and settles into the branches.

The Marzie slumps beside a dry riverbed. It had expected to find water, unfortunately it found nothing.  It is too late, it should have found water sooner.

The Glimloop spends the night digging. Not for food. Not for shelter. It’s carving shapes into the dirt - circles, eyes, spirals. It doesn’t sleep.

Suchomimos finds a small, rock-lined crater and curls up in it like a nest.

Feminem, stares into the darkness with wide, reflective eyes. She hasn’t lit a fire either. She’s listening... for movement, for breathing, for betrayal.

Day 2 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The Martian morning breaks red and silent.

Feminem spends the morning alone. She draws her bow, holds her breath, and releases. She's practicing.

Elsewhere, Bexxi stares into the sand for too long. Her hands tremble slightly, she isn't sure if she is hearing the other contestants or if it is just her own thoughts.

The Venling and Sadbread travel together still. They discover something rare - a narrow river. The water is red-tinged but cool. They drink without hesitation.
Nearby, The Venling, having spotted Sadbread from afar, turns and bolts in the opposite direction. A misstep and a sharp crack. It stumbles down a slope, while clutching its ankle.

Toraix spends the day combing the terrain. He collects what he can. He is preparing.

Across the dunes, Glade and The Boopiter are seen sprinting - Cynamity is behind them. The Boopiter slips on loose gravel and lands hard, clutching its ankle. Glade helps it up, and they vanish behind a ridge.

Suchomimos explores alone. He scales a ridge, slides down a canyon- He doesn't know what he's looking for - only that he hasn't found it yet.

The Glimloop is quiet today. It finds a strange tree and climbs. It picks soft, purple fruit.