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As the team settled into their rooms to rest, the weight of the situation began to fully sink in. The events of the day had drained them both physically and mentally, but Adam couldn't shake the feeling that something much bigger was going on. The tournament—it was all a distraction, a game. But why? And for whom?
The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above. Adam sat on the edge of his bed, his hands resting on his knees as he tried to process everything. His mind kept returning to the masked figures, the fights, and the strange, unsettling silence that hung over everything. Why hadn't anyone explained anything? Why all the secrecy?
[System Notification]Rest Mode Activated - Health and Energy Recovery Ongoing
A faint ping from the system interrupted his thoughts. His health was slowly restoring, but it wasn't just his body that needed recovery—his mind was burning with questions, and the only way to get answers was to dig deeper. He couldn't afford to wait three days in silence.
He stood up abruptly, pacing the small room, his eyes flicking over the walls. They were blank, metallic, unyielding. Not a single window, no way out except for the door.
[System Update]Environmental Scan Complete - No Points of Interest Detected
Adam scoffed quietly. No points of interest? The entire place was a point of interest. It didn't sit right with him. He glanced back at his team's rooms, knowing they needed rest, but he couldn't bring himself to relax. There was too much at stake.
The soft hum of the lights and the system notifications became a background noise as Adam's thoughts turned inward. Fox Cloak was still flickering lightly around him, the ethereal blue flames dancing on his skin. He closed his eyes and focused, attempting to center himself amidst the chaos.
[System Notification]Fox Cloak – Energy Level: 40%Energy Recovery Rate: ModerateCombat Ability: Active – Awaiting Input
Adam exhaled slowly, the cool air from the cloak mixing with his breath. The cloak was a useful tool, but it drained him faster than he'd like to admit. He'd have to be strategic in how he used it over the next three days.
[System Alert]Critical Status: Unknown Intruder Detected – Status: Suspicious Activity in Proximity
Adam froze. That was… unexpected. His pulse quickened as he strained to hear any signs of movement. No footsteps. No voices. Yet the system was clear.
[System Update]Location: Hallway Outside User's Room – Level 2Time: 11:53 PM
"Not good," Adam muttered to himself. He moved quietly toward the door, his body tense as he pressed his ear against it, listening for any sounds. The soft hum of the building was still there, but now there was something else—a faint, rhythmic tapping, like someone pacing.
[System Notification]Status: Intruder – Movement Detected – Prepare for Engagement
Adam didn't hesitate. He stepped back from the door, quickly summoning his [Flame Mastery] as he steadied his breath. A spark of blue flame appeared in his palm, and his mind sharpened with focus. His combat mode was active now. This wasn't just a precaution—it was a preparation for whatever threat was outside.
He opened the door, his movements fluid, and stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The noise was clearer now, a faint scraping sound coming from down the corridor. Adam followed it, staying close to the wall, using the shadows to conceal his presence.
The hallway was deserted, the walls cold and metallic, just like the room. But then, up ahead, he saw something—someone—a figure standing motionless in the shadows. Their features were obscured by the dim light, but their posture was rigid, almost unnatural.
[System Alert]Hostile Presence Detected – Status: Unknown EntityCombat Mode Engaged – No Identified Threat Level
The figure didn't move when Adam stepped closer, but he could feel the weight of their gaze on him, a strange, oppressive energy. Adam clenched his fist, the flames in his palm intensifying slightly.
"Who are you?" Adam's voice was steady, but it was clear he was ready for a fight if needed.
The figure didn't answer. Instead, they slowly reached up and removed their mask, revealing a face that seemed too young to be a threat, too familiar in its blank expression.
Adam's stomach twisted as recognition hit him.
"Lucas?" he asked, his voice dropping.
The young man standing before him had the same sharp eyes as Max, the same dark hair—Lucas, Max's younger brother.
[System Notification]Hostile Entity – No Matching Profile Detected
But Lucas wasn't supposed to be here. He shouldn't be part of this. Adam's mind raced with the implications. Was this part of the test? A game? Or was something far darker at play?
"Max isn't going to like this," Adam muttered under his breath, trying to figure out his next move. He needed to get answers, but the situation was growing more complicated by the second.
Lucas blinked slowly, and when he spoke, his voice was eerily calm.
"They're watching," he said, his eyes glancing over Adam's shoulder, his tone distant. "They're always watching. And you're part of the game now, whether you like it or not."
Adam's grip on the flame in his hand tightened. Whatever this was, it was getting darker—and the answers were slipping further away with every passing second.
[System Update]New Objective: Extract Information from LucasThreat Level: Unknown
Adam didn't hesitate. If he was going to survive whatever this was, he needed to play their game better than they ever expected. And it started with getting to the truth.
He stepped forward, the blue flames flickering brighter.
"Tell me everything," Adam said, his voice low, dangerous. "Or this gets much worse for you."