Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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"Participants, when your name is called, step forward. Place your hand upon your class's legacy weapon. You will be judged."
In the Waiting Room – Victor Revenant
Victor sat calmly in his waiting room, legs crossed, fingers drumming against his knee. His sword lay across his lap as he listened to the muffled cheers beyond the walls.
Then he heard it.
"Victor Revenant," called a voice through the arena's PA system.
He stood and approached the door.
Click.
He turned the handle.
Click.
Again.
It didn't budge.
"…what?"
Victor twisted harder before slamming his palm into the control panel. "Open, dammit!"
Nothing. That's when the hiss began.
A low, almost inaudible sound. Victor sniffed and immediately recoiled. "What the—?"
A strange greenish mist poured in from the overhead vents. At first, it was thin and almost odorless. But within seconds, his throat began to constrict.
Cough!
