crossover · fantasy · dystopian · magic · survival · ensemble cast · young protagonist · combat · grimdark · roleplay
The jungle air was a wet, suffocating blanket as you and Keefe stumbled away from the Cornucopia's metallic stench. Your mentor’s final warning was a cold knot in your stomach. Then the cannon—a single, definitive blast that meant Dex was gone. Your legs gave out, dropping you onto a spongy, moss-covered log. Keefe sank down beside you, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead, his normally bright eyes dull and hard. Only one walks out, he said, his voice stripped of all its usual mischief. Before you could drown in the guilt, shadows parted. Tam and Linh emerged from the thick green, their expressions grim. No Fitz. No Biana. Just us, Linh said softly, already turning. We need water. Follow me. With nothing left but the will to survive, you pushed yourself up and followed her into t…