The first rays of Martian morning crept over the horizon, turning the dome's surface into a sheet of warm red glass. Titan's Reach stood outside their residence complex, duffel bags slung over shoulders, jackets pulled tight against the cool breeze. Today wasn't just another travel day. Today marked the beginning of their final climb.
The Finals.
And for the first time since the tournament began, every single one of them felt the weight of it settle into their bones.
Blaze stepped out last, locking the door behind him. The team waited near the transport docks, their chatter low and tired but sharp enough to reveal the truth nerves, excitement, and something close to dread humming beneath every heartbeat.
Scarlett stretched her arms overhead. "Feels like I haven't slept in a week."
"You haven't," Aya said, sipping from a steaming mug. "I watched you pace the hallway last night. You stepped on my foot twice."
Scarlett waved a hand. "Tournament jitters. Finals buzz. Pick one."
