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The floor beneath them cracked, splitting into jagged sections. Mara stumbled. Vaelor caught her, pulling her close as the ice groaned beneath their feet.

“Stay with me,” he said, voice low and steady.

She nodded, gripping his hand tightly.

They moved together, stepping across the unstable ground. The tether glowed brightly now, their heartbeats perfectly aligned.

The labyrinth walls parted, revealing the final corridor.

They stepped through—

—and the entire structure behind them collapsed in a roar of shattering ice.

They emerged into the open, breathless, trembling, but alive.

The Game Master’s voice boomed overhead.

“Blaine and Dugan have been eliminated. Mara and Vaelor—you have passed the Pulse Labyrinth.”

Mara sagged against him, relief flooding her features.

Vaelor wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

They survived.

Together.

And nothing—no labyrinth, no storm, no enemy—could break the bond they had forged.

The Game Master wasn’t done yet.

“And now, the finale. The lovers must now become enemies and fight for the win.”

The audience chanted.“ONLY ONE WILL WIN!”

Chapter 43

Mara

The arena for the final challenge rose from the ice like a colossal frozen coliseum, its walls carved with symbols that glowed faintly beneath the storm-dark sky. The circle at its center was unmistakable—smooth, polished ice bordered by a ring of jagged spikes. It was almost identical to the one she had fought Gora in—minus the spikes.

Except this time, she was facing Vaelor.

Her partner.

Her protector.

The male she loved.

The Game Master’s voice boomed across the arena, amplified and echoed by thousands of holographic spectators.

“Welcome to the Final Challenge of the Galactic Survivor Games! Only one competitor may claim the title of Champion. Only one may cross the finish line. Only one may win.”

The crowd roared.

Mara’s stomach twisted.

Vaelor stood across from her, his expression unreadable, his posture rigid. He looked exhausted—still weakened from the Pulse Labyrinth—but he held himself tall, proud, every inch the warrior he was born to be.