The courtyard of rift rooms stretched like an open wound beneath the starless sky. A place used to allow the players to rest and think over their doings now seemed more like an arena chosen by fate for a blood duel.
Zakar's boots pounded the dirt as he dashed across the uneven ground, the Tyrann Sword hanging loose in his hand. He could hear the fire roaring behind him, each burst of flame chasing him closer, trying to pin him down. He didn't run because he feared Justin. No. That wasn't it at all.
He ran because killing Justin would mean surrendering to the same cruel game their enemies had designed. Killing him epiuld mean him becoming what the Negative Entity wanted. He had no intent of doing so.
"You can't run from me forever!" Justin's voice tore through the night, twisted by fury and heat.
