Chapter 8:
Betray
In my group, only a few qualified. Mateo, Ofurd, and I kept winning, carefully watching each other and our surroundings. I learned that the exam wasn’t just about speed—it was about strategy, observation, and timing.
The exhaustion was intense. Muscles burned, lungs ached, and my mind raced with calculations. But with each success, my confidence grew. Mateo’s pride was evident, though he remained cautious. “We can’t afford mistakes,” he reminded me.
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