The shimmering illusions that had tormented the fighters for what felt like an eternity were beginning to crack. The underground tunnel echoed with the sounds of desperation and hope—shouts of victory and silent prayers. Despite the chaos, a flicker of resolve sparked within each of them, knowing that the end was near.
Arifa was the first to step free, driven by sheer instinct and a burning desire to survive. Her eyes burned with determination as she pushed beyond the last fractured mirror. She could feel the distortion fading, replaced by the raw air of reality. A breath of relief escaped her lips, but her senses remained sharp—she knew better than to trust that this nightmare was truly over.