Round Five – Final Limb
The room was dead silent. The cold air thickened. The box of fate stood untouched, glowing faintly with eerie green light.
Ryan stepped forward.
He placed his hand on the box, pulled a single card from within, and turned slowly to Caelen.
Caelen, calm and composed, smiled as his eyes flickered with something darker. "Now let's hear the question," he said softly.
Ryan read aloud.
"Do you know about the green-eyed shadow that attacks the villagers at night?"
The words dropped like a sword onto glass. Shattered silence followed.
Player 2's breath caught in his throat.
Player 8 flinched.
They both froze.
"No… not that one… not now…" Player 2 thought, his hands clenched into trembling fists. "That question was meant for the last round. How—how did it show up now?! We can't answer this…"
Caelen tilted his head slowly, his voice sharp. "So? Anyone?"
Player 2 remained still. Player 8's lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.
