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CHAPTER 81

 

 

The next morning, Thorne was quietly making his bed, his movements methodical as he tried to clear his mind of the lingering tension from the previous days. Beside him, Rielle was tying her hair into a ponytail, her fingers deftly working through the strands. Thorne’s eyes ...

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CHAPTER 80

 

 

Thorne spent another day in the infirmary, his body still healing from the brutal trial. The woman acting as the healer—stoic and efficient—tended to his wounds with a cold detachment. She didn’t speak much, simply ensuring he was stable before allowing him to leave. Wh...

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CHAPTER 79

 

 

Sid entered quietly, his usual confident stride replaced with a more subdued, careful step. 

"You're awake," Sid said, his voice soft but tinged with relief. He pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down, his expression serious. 

Thorne tried to push himself up, but his muscles protested with sharp jolts of pain. He settled for a slight ...

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CHAPTER 78

 

 

"That is enough!" 

The voice sliced through the darkness like a knife, startling Thorne out of the haze of pain and confusion that had consumed him. The words were familiar, but his mind, battered and broken, struggled to connect them to anything real.  

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CHAPTER 77

 

 

Thorne walked through the narrow, blood-stained streets of the Butcher Quarter, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting long shadows that crept across the cobblestones. The air was thick with the familiar smell of blood and raw meat, but today it didn’t bother him as mu...

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CHAPTER 76

 

 

Thorne followed Arletta for only a few feet before his patience snapped. Without a word, he turned abruptly and started walking toward the front door, his boots echoing ominously on the marble floor. 

"Where do you think you’re going?" Arletta’s voice was sharp...

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CHAPTER 75

 

 

The grand dining room echoed with the soft click of the door as the servants departed, leaving Thorne alone with Uncle. The room, which had felt so suffocating moments ago, now seemed even more oppressive in its silence. Thorne’s heart pounded, a familiar dread clawing at his insides.  

The sudden solitude with Uncle felt like being trapped in ...

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CHAPTER 74

 

Thorne’s faint smile evaporated the moment he stood before the gilded double doors. The heavy atmosphere of Uncle’s manor pressed down on him, each step closer feeling like a descent into a well-practiced nightmare. The doors, with their gaudy gilding and intricate carvings, were a pe...

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CHAPTER 73

 

 

Thorne followed Arletta through the Butcher Quarter, the sharp, metallic scent of blood hanging heavy in the air, mixed with the stench of raw meat. The shopkeepers were closing down their stalls, their weary faces reflected in the dim light of the few remaining lanterns. Some...

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CHAPTER 72

 

 

Thorne and Rielle searched through the shadowy corridors of the base, their mission clear: to find and memorize hidden messages scattered throughout the labyrinthine structure. Talon had emphasized the importance of this task. Each recruit was supposed to search alone, but Th...

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CHAPTER 71

 

Thorne was heaving, his breaths coming in hard, fast gasps as he plunged his daggers into the neck of the zombie before him. The desiccated face, once belonging to a male recruit, twisted in a grotesque mask of death. With a savage twist of his wrists, Thorne made a scissoring motion that...

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CHAPTER 70

 

 

“Get ready!” Thorne screamed, his voice slicing through the suffocating darkness as he circled the small island, his eyes darting from one tunnel to another, searching the shadows for movement. His heart hammered in his chest, the icy grip of fear tightening around him.&n...

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CHAPTER 69

 

 

The attack came without warning. Whatever it was, it moved with a terrifying silence, its presence unknown until it was upon them. Cassandra was the first to feel it—a cold, slimy grip that wrapped around her leg and dragged her down into the foul water. She screamed, flail...

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CHAPTER 68

 

 

Thorne, Vance, and Rielle lounged in a small room they had discovered weeks ago, a hidden nook tucked away in the labyrinthine corridors of the base. The space was clearly once the secret lair of older recruits, as evidenced by the faded scribbles on the walls and the worn fu...

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CHAPTER 67

 

 

Thorne, Vance, and Rielle were in the physical conditioning classroom, enduring the grueling exercises under the watchful eyes of Lock. The recruits had been running laps around the vast room for the past hour, and even Thorne was beginning to feel the strain. His stamina points were...

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CHAPTER 66

 

Thorne, Vance, and the rest of the recruits returned to their sleeping quarters, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor. The air was thick with the exhaustion that clung to each of them, a weight that seemed to grow heavier with every step. The stealth techniques assessmen...

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CHAPTER 65

 

 

Thorne didn’t know how long he lay in the small, dark room. Time seemed to stretch and warp, the minutes bleeding into one another until they lost all meaning. The tremors that had wracked his body had finally subsided, leaving him feeling hollow and drained. His thoughts, ...

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CHAPTER 64

 

Thorne’s fury ignited like a wildfire, consuming him in a storm of unrestrained violence. Days of frustration, simmering anger, and the constant grind of survival had been building toward this moment, and now, it exploded in a relentless assault.

The boy’s grin barely had...

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CHAPTER 63

 

Thorne stormed out of the training area with long, deliberate strides, his fury simmering just below the surface. Rafe’s words played on a loop in his mind, each one stoking the anger that burned hotter with every step. The glares from Rafe’s lackeys barely registered, nor did the murmurs of...

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CHAPTER 62

 

 

 

Thorne turned slowly, his bare feet scraping against the icy stone floor, the sound low and grating in the charged silence. He cracked his neck with deliberate nonchalance, letting out a soft sigh. Of course, it was him. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest to see Raf...

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CHAPTER 61

 

 

 

Thorne and Vance navigated the twisting tunnels of the base, their eyes scanning every shadowed corner and recessed doorway for something—anything—to eat. The passageways all seemed to blend together, a never-ending labyrinth of rough stone and packed earth. They da...

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CHAPTER 60

 

 

 

Thorne slipped into the back of the group, his entrance deliberate and quiet. He kept his posture relaxed, his movements casual, but his sharp eyes were anything but idle. He scanned the other recruits, noting the ones who looked eager, the ones who seemed terrified, an...

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CHAPTER 59

 

 

An uncomfortable silence descended on the small room. Thorne stared at Sid, his eyes wide with apprehension, trying to read the older man’s expression. Sid, in typical fashion, leaned back in his chair, plucking at an invisible speck of lint on his stained pants, breaking the mome...

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CHAPTER 58

 

 

 

Thorne woke to shouting, a groan escaping his lips. He had barely gotten any sleep all night, always having one eye open, afraid that someone would sneak attack him while he slept. The hard mattress did nothing to soothe his aching muscles, and the cold air seemed to se...

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CHAPTER 57

 

 

 

Thorne was herded toward the other recruits, his mind still spinning from everything that had just happened. The narrow path between the cage and the stands felt endless, and the weight of countless stares pressed down on him. It wasn’t just the recruits watching—it...

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CHAPTER 56

 

 

 

Thorne lay sprawled on the cold, hard floor, the icy stone sapping what little strength he had left. His body was racked with shudders, not just from the chill, but from the overwhelming despair that clung to him like a shroud. His mind was a tumultuous sea of anguish, ...

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CHAPTER 55

 

 

 

Thorne barely caught a glimpse of her before the room began to shift. The pulsating glow of the walls grew brighter, its intensity becoming almost blinding as the air around him vibrated with an unearthly hum. It wasn’t just light; it was a presence, seeping into his ...

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CHAPTER 54

 

 

 

The sentinels moved with an eerie precision, their glowing red eyes unwavering as they advanced. Thorne’s pulse quickened, but he forced himself to remain calm. The cold, mechanical menace of these constructs only sharpened his focus. 

"Terrifying? Sure," T...

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CHAPTER 53

 

 

 

The flood of light was disorienting, piercing the darkness they had been trapped in. Thorne squinted, his hand instinctively rising to shield his eyes as they adjusted to the new brightness. The corridor that stretched before them was dimly lit by torches mounted on the walls, their flames casting flickering shadows that made the aged stone appear alive. View Post