If tomorrow never comes

The hybrids have just left, leaving me in a state of stupor. I can’t quite believe that we’re pinning our hopes on a defunct game to save the world. The stakes seem impossibly high, and the weight of responsibility feels like it’s pressing down on my chest.

As soon as the lift doors close, Liam turns to me, concern etched on his face. “Hey, are you alright? You look pale.”

“Is it so shocking to see me shocked to my core with all that shocking Ragnarok strategy plans?” I retort, my voice tinged with disbelief. “And who else could have thought of that but you.”

“Calm down, Liv... unless you have better ideas...”

“I wish I did, but this is insane,” I admit, my frustration palpable.

He chuckles, a sound that oddly soothes my frayed nerves. “I thought you were dauntless because you trust me—prove it.”

His words hang in the air, and a surge of determination courses through me. There’s something inside me that refuses to back down, that refuses to let fear rule.