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** Chapter 9: The Fire Arrows Crossing - The Dangerous Way **
The dim light of the underground island stirred gently as a new dawn plunged the territory into a trembling and disturbing light. The air was heavy with the nevralgic expectation and the burden of impossible decisions. ** Henrique Nakamura ** reappeared, assuming the magnetized attention of competitors with their subtle smile as master of the Games. He brought with him the announcement of a challenge that sounded like a dark omen.
-"Good morning, brave and fearful adventurous of an uncertain destination. Today, you will face the first true test of the tournament. Something like ... 'The crossing of the arrows of fire.' It is not important to worry about courage or bravery; today you need ** luck **."
Pausing, Henry let the silence saturate the space around, before proceeding:
-"Before you is an underground bridge, a treacherous web over the abyss that looks straight to the soul. But both the bridge and the fate that it safeguard is not its only enemies. On the other side, are ** arrows of fire **, mortal and accurate, in a ballet of destruction that does not know mercy. Final Word: groups that lose ** can ** escape immediate death, but someone always pays the price.
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### ** The Challenge Ad ** Announcement
The sound of the incendiary arrows was heard as shiver thunder in the wind, as if the earth itself laughed at those who stepped on its domains. ** Ancestral Light competitors ** and ** chaos hunters ** formed queues, nervousness metamorphosing the initial camaraderie in pure individualistic focus.
Henry, as a kind of Lord of destiny, signaled the beginning with a diligent movement of hands that seemed the crack of an invisible whip.
- "Let's start. Good luck," you will need. "
And with that, the race for survival began.
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### ** The Bridge Crossing **
The bridge hung distressing in the oscillating light, its betrayal boards starting to crumble as soon as the first feet touched the worn wood. The arrows of fire fired with a murderous accuracy, crossing the underground sky as predatory comets in search of life.
#### ** Ancestral Light Group **
** Hardy Nakamura ** led your group, your muscles hardens by primitive fear. His steps were decided, with each jump avoiding the boards that began to fall on the abyss. But he knew that a bridge was not just a place, but a metaphor - could not lose his connection with those who led.
** Irene Dellis ** stood out as a glow of hope, her eyes never hesitated as she balanced magic and agility in a protective circle around her allies.
** Drake **, with its insightful reflexes and almost animal grace, seemed to dance between the field of death.
** Grayrock **, still fighting the poison lethargy, kept his position with pure effort of will; With each step, it seemed to carry more than its own weight, but the expectation that it expected so much.
#### ** Chaos Hunters Group **
** Calley **, fervent, guided his hunters through the bridge, his predatory instincts leading them between the flames. She insisted that they should be faster, such as the echo of her will growing louder than any incendiary crackling.
** TowerFall **, using its huge strength, destroyed some approaching arrows, laughing like a battle -drunk fighter.
** Leerstrom **, remaining on the fringes of chaos as drunk by this turmoil, wandered on the wooden bridge with ghostly ease, observing how the arrows made the other terrified back off.
** APEX PREDATORI **, still cautious, found new vigor, as if the perspective of such agony had strengthened it instead of weakening it.
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### ** The fall and victory **
Each competitor knew that although the arrows were not aware, luck often hangs on those who are not abandoned by doubt or fear. However, fate is not governed by courage or skill only.
As the race became more frantic, the most hungry abyss, and the most treacherous bridge, some were caught. The second who hesitated hung as an eternity; A clipboard failed dragged ** Francis Castro ** of ancestral light, throwing it into a fatal stumble, echoing its scream through the gorge. The bridge required her blood payment, and Francis turned out to be the price she would charge.
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### ** reunion after trial **
When they finally came to safety, stained with sweat and tremendous with relief, competitors who remained standing saw the stage prepared for another confrontation - not the abyss, but the betrayal that inhabits human hearts.
Henrique reappeared, his expressions were of over -mode similar to triumph and grief, of a soul without plumbing between lucidity and villainy.
-"You have overcome the first true challenge. But there will be no truce of honors for the fallen warrior. Someone always pays the price. Remember that next comes the alignment of fate ... and he does not bring the light to everyone."
And so, the influence of continuing to live over the shoulders, they were released back to the camp. But every soul there knew that the return was just a temporary resignation; Destinations hanging were unbalanced every hour and each already contemplated the inevitable outcome.
** End of Chapter 9 **
*(Next: mourning and praise - weakened cohesion within the walls of destination)*
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** NOTE: ***Fire arrows crossing an abrupt rupture between hope and cruel truth. In a scenario of betrayal and courage, the loss becomes spectator in the survival game.*