Thane, son of the prince of the left Longdan.
Talos, son of the prince of the right Fagnet.
Wilder, son of the conqueror of Miday.
Mitus, son of the Dawn Sword.
Raven, daughter of Freedom and daughter of the late Dark Emperor.
These were the true participants of the Hunter Games, the carefully raised heirs of power and blood. Each name carried a legacy heavy enough to bend kingdoms, each title forged in war, politics, or quiet massacres whispered about behind closed doors. They stood not as children, but as banners of their factions.
To become an heir was not simply to inherit. It was to survive.
The grand hall swallowed them whole. Pillars carved from pale divine stone rose endlessly toward a ceiling veiled in drifting light, as though the sky itself had been trapped above their heads. Every footstep echoed too loudly. Every breath felt monitored.
