Page 896 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

It was from Violet.

Her unmistakable, delicate handwriting filled the page.

She had sneaked it to me earlier.

We leave tonight. Win and Claim me, Kuana. We’ll be free.

A warmth spread through me, a mix of joy, hope, and fear.

Violet and I were so close to our escape, yet the challenge ahead loomed large.

Drawing in a deep breath, I began to meditate.

The cacophony of the antechamber faded away, replaced by a deep inner stillness.

Every part of my body relaxed, and my mind cleared.

I visualized myself in the pit, weapons in hand, opponents falling, one after the other.

I saw Violet’s radiant face, the promise of a life together outside these walls.

The meditation brought a heightened sense of purpose and sharpened focus.

Emerging from my trance-like state, I stood up and approached the weapon’s table, where a vast array of lethal instruments lay, glistening under the muted lights.

Each weapon had its strengths, its unique killing power, and its story.

First, there was the Jaxal Blade, a curved, double-edged sword with a hilt covered in intricate carvings from ancient wars.

It was well-balanced and favored by many fighters for its speed.

Next was the Eront Spear, a long, razor-sharp weapon, with a shimmering metal shaft, perfect for keeping enemies at a distance.

Several other blades, daggers, and blunt weapons occupied the table, but my eyes were drawn to the Votar Whip.

The Votar Whip wasn’t a weapon many chose.

It was a black, coiled rope, looking deceptively simple, but when activated, it pulsated with energy.

With a flick of the wrist, the whip could extend, its tip capable of piercing the toughest armor, and its length could be manipulated to bind or trip adversaries.

It was a weapon that required immense skill, precision, and patience.

I had trained with the whip in my earlier days, long before Ikmal, during times I’d rather forget.

But those memories came with a unique understanding of the weapon.

The whip’s versatility was its greatest strength.

It wasn’t just about brute force; it was about strategy, timing, and exploiting your opponent’s weaknesses.

Picking up the Votar Whip, I activated it.

A soft hum emanated from it, and the whip vibrated gently in my grip.

I practiced a few swings, the whip lashing out, then retracting smoothly.

Perfect.

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