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Day 9 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The sky is colorless. The arena is silent.

Callisto moves slowly through the dust, both hatchets at her side. Her steps are heavy now. Her hands shake, from cold or guilt, it’s hard to tell.
Sadbread steps out from behind a boulder without hesitation. They don’t speak. There’s no time. The spear drives forward, fast and sudden, sinking into Callisto’s abdomen. She gasps once. No words - and then.. Crumples to the ground.