91st - Day 5 Anthem

The night comes on painstakingly slowly. The arena has not settled. If anything, after vanquishing yet another rampant pack of muttations, it seems to you they’ve grown louder. Bolder. Hungrier. Everywhere you turn there are hisses and caws and rumblings. There will be no easy sleep tonight. Overhead, clouds gather, obscuring the sunset. It is dim but not dark, the twilight stretching on and on until suddenly a familiar boom.

Freyr Forrester, District 7

Only one more death, 15 remain. Fourteen more must die if you ever hope to see your home again.

Congratulations on surviving Day 4!

The anthem fades into distant thunder that every hour grows more near. The clouds hold the day’s heat and humidity. And though the sky crackles with lightning, there’s not a drop of rain to be found. It’s almost a relief when, at dawn, the roar of thunder overhead takes the shape of a dragon. You wisely flee, seeking shelter wherever you can find it. Far away a door slams. Unfortunately, it’s not long before you realize there’s no comfort to be found in this arena. Whether you took to the caves which glow a disturbing violet or to the mountains which seem to be waking, Maelstrom is tracking you…