Chaos had a rhythm. I could hear it in the clatter of boots, the metallic snap of steel, the heavy thuds of bodies hitting the floor. Carrow was gone vanished into shadows before anyone could notice. Krain stumbled under his own overconfidence, every misstep a testament to how easily he'd been led. Lyric, for all his posturing, pushed too far, and the floor nearly swallowed him whole with one wrong move.
Clang… distant metal strike… muffled grunt…
I watched from the corner, eyes calculating, mind cataloging each failure, each twitch of panic. They moved like dominoes, all dressed up for a fancy fall, unaware of the hand that nudged them.
Rattle… soft echo of shifting debris…
A faint smile tugged at my lips. "They really are predictable," I muttered, letting the words slip into the shadows. "Like dominoes, all dressed up for a fancy fall."
Soft scrape… distant thud…
The room erupted, confusion and violence intertwined. Every glance, every reaction, every desperate lunge confirmed the traps I had set, the manipulations perfectly executed. And yet, even as triumph flickered, a small unease whispered beneath it. The collapse felt too neat, the chaos too orderly. Someone or something was still playing a larger game.
Clatter… muffled shout…
I stepped forward, eyes sweeping the scene. Lyric overplayed his hand, stumbling into an empty corridor I'd marked weeks ago. Krain slumped against a wall, fury boiling but options gone. Carrow's absence left a vacuum, and I was left to observe, detached yet entertained.
Soft hum… distant creak…
A whisper of satisfaction slipped out. "Maybe this is it. Maybe I finally broke their game," I said, voice low, almost tasting the victory. But the thought lingered, bitter and sharp: too fast, too clean. The threads were unraveling… but who was holding the scissors?
I straightened, eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. The room settled into an uneasy quiet, the survivors scattered or silenced. And me? I lingered in the center, smirk faint, heart steady.
"Maybe this is it… or maybe the game just got fun," I muttered, letting the words hang.