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Day 6 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The wind is low. The dust tastes metallic. The aftermath of the Feast still lingers in the air

Cynamity finds Glade scavenging near an old supply crate. He doesn’t speak - just steps forward, slow and deliberate. Glade backs away. Then runs. He doesn’t follow.

Toraix explores the edges of the arena. He walks slowly, studying tracks and old hiding spots. He isn’t chasing anyone. He’s exploring the ground.

Suchomimos curls up beneath some fallen metal and closes his eyes. The sun rises. Then sets. He tries to sleep through the whole day.

Sadbread sits in the dust, carving quietly.

Night 6 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The sky is colorless.

Sadbread stumbles across some rocks, breathing hard. Everything looks the same now. They walk in circles, unsure if they have already been here before.

Toraix sits alone, knees pulled to his chest. He presses his palms to his ears, trying to block something out - a voice, or a thought, or perhaps both. He whispers to himself. Then stops.
He questions if he’s ever been sane at all.

Glade sits on the edge of a high ridge. She clutches the torn remnants of her letter — the one she never got to read. The arena is quiet tonight. Too quiet. 
In the other hand she has some Kirr sap, she eats it then lies down by the edge. She closes her eyes, and doesn't open them again.

Suchomimos sits near a cold campfire, sharpening a stick that doesn’t need sharpening. He doesn’t sleep.

Cynamity watches the stars, arms folded tightly across his chest. He counts them. Then loses track.

Fallen Zhaaluuns

@Glade 

Day 7 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The sun rises dull and red. There are no echoes in the arena anymore. Only silence, and breath.

Suchomimos finds a patch of berries growing at the edge of a dried stream. He reaches for them, carefully - but the thorns are hidden. They catch his fingers. He flinches, not because it hurts, but because it is unexpected.

Cynamity moves through the arena with practiced steps, head low, body tense. He doesn’t see the landmine until it’s too late. A click, then silence.
Only when Cynamity moves again a loud boom sounds throughout the arena.

Toraix finds Sadbread near the northern ridge. Neither of them speaks. The fight is short - rough, fast, and full of dust. Sadbread falls.
They are ready for the end, but it never comes. Instead Toraix lowers his weapon, then walks away.

Fallen Zhaaluuns

@Cynamity 

Night 7 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The cold sets in early. The wind doesn’t howl anymore - it just waits.

Toraix finally gets a fire going. The flames are small, but steady. He watches them for a long time without blinking.

Suchomimos finds a small crate at the edge of his camp. Inside: a flask of clean water, sealed tight.

Sadbread lies alone in the dust. Their breath is shallow. The wounds from the earlier fight still haven’t stopped bleeding. They don’t cry out. They don’t move. Eventually, they just stop all together.