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The moment felt almost surreal, as if the universe was trying to tell me something.

With a newfound determination, I decided then and there to be patient, to wait for the right moment.

Because when that moment came, it would be worth every second of the wait.

Taking one last look at the Prize Pool, I whispered a silent promise to the wind, hoping it would carry my words to her, “I’ll love you forever and always. But I can’t risk you getting hurt.”

And with that, I turned away, the scent of starberries and night jasmine still lingering.

* * *

The antechamber was a peculiar mix of chaos and order.

Stacks of weapons and shields from various galaxies were methodically arranged, each telling tales of skirmishes and battles.

I often wandered here, not with the intention to take anything, but to reminisce.

Every piece had a history, a lineage, a story.

Just like every inmate in the prison.

As I trailed my fingers along the smooth surface of a shield, lost in thought, the familiar hum of Arctook’s voice drew my attention.

My meditation student stood a few paces away, examining a pair of sleek-looking dual blades.

I watched as he gingerly took them, his grip unsure.

“Remember, it’s not about the weapon,” I approached him, my voice gentle yet firm. “It’s about the one wielding it.”

Arctook looked up, a mixture of anxiety and determination in his eyes.

He was fighting today and I often liked to coach him with his mindset before he entered the pit.

His scales shimmered in the dim light of the chamber. “Yes, it’s been a while since I last stepped in the pits. But today, I feel ready.”

I observed him for a moment.

The progress he had made over the past months was clear.

From a volatile, emotionally driven inmate, Arctook had transformed into someone who had a semblance of control over his emotions, harnessing them rather than being a slave to them.

Meditation, especially in an environment as hostile as this prison, was a salvation for many.

“Remember what you have learned,” I advised, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Your mind is your greatest asset. Focus. Let every emotion fuel you but not cloud your judgment.”

Arctook took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “It’s challenging, Kuana. But with your guidance, I’ve come to understand myself better. The pits… they don’t scare me anymore.”

I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. “Fear is a tool, Arctook. Use it, don’t let it use you.”

I helped him strap on lightweight armor that allowed for swift movement while also offering protection.

I could sense his growing anticipation, the restless energy humming beneath his calm exterior.

Suddenly, a voice echoed throughout the antechamber. “Arctook of Nebula Prime, your battle awaits!”

His eyes met mine, and I could see the raw determination there. “Thank you, Kuana, for everything. I’ll make you proud.”

“You already have,” I whispered, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

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