Fannar’s P.O.V.
I was 2 heartbeats away from losing my goddamn mind.
There was no other way to describe it. No cleaner way to put it. No noble way to dress it up. I was unraveling at this point… slowly at first, then all at once… and there was nothing inside Fighting House that could stop me from spiraling.
Because the dead bodies had started coming in from the group test.
One by one.
Then two at a time.
Then entire groups… what was left of them… dragging the dead behind them like trophies no one wanted to claim.
The great hall had turned into something unrecognizable.
Not a place of victory.
Not a place of honor.
But a place of counting losses.
Of measuring survival in numbers that were always too small.
I stood at the edge of it all more than once over the past days, my hands
