Something enormous moves inside it.
Even through the filtered holo image the scale of the creature is unmistakable.
The gates shift open just enough to reveal a glimpse of armored scales, a whip-like tail striking the containment barrier with violent force, and a mouth lined with teeth that look capable of crushing stone.
The proto-beast roars.
The sound blasts through the chamber speakers with such raw force that the air itself seems to vibrate.
For a moment the room falls utterly silent.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Photonic declares with unrestrained enthusiasm, “your final obstacle.”
The holo display zooms outward again as the terrain modules surrounding the containment zone illuminate.
“The creature will be released during phase two of the challenge. Contestants must navigate the arena while avoiding… unfortunate dietary inclusion.”
I stare at the projection, a cold knot forming in my stomach.
“That thing could eat us,” I whisper.
Bron studies the map thoughtfully.
“I suspect it will try.”
“That is not helpful.”
“It is honest.”
Once the briefing concludes, contestants scatter to finalize their preparations. Bron leads me toward a quieter section of the compound where he activates a smaller projection from his compad. The arena map springs to life between us, glowing softly in the dim hallway.
“Speed alone won’t save us,” I say as I examine the terrain.
“No,” Bron agrees. “That creature will corner people who rely only on running.”
My gaze traces the elevated platforms along the outer ridge.
“High ground.”
His eyes light with approval. “Exactly.”
“If we reach those platforms before the beast gains momentum,” I continue slowly, “the terrain will limit its movement.”
“And the other teams will keep its attention.”
“It’s ruthless.”
“It’s strategic.”
We study the map together, refining the path that might allow us to outmaneuver both the arena hazards and the creature itself.
Yet even as we work, the earlier tension returns to Bron’s posture. I notice the way his shoulders tighten, the distant look that flickers through his eyes when he thinks I am not watching.
“Bron,” I say quietly.
“Yes?”
“You’re doing it again.”
