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The knife missed my jugular by inches.
Instinct, honed by weeks of Zeus’s brutal training, kicked in before my mind could even process the threat. I threw my body to the side, the knife slicing through the air where my neck had been a millisecond prior, the wind of the strike chilling my skin.
“What the hell?”
The man didn’t answer. He recovered almost immediately, twisting on his heel before driving toward me again with frightening speed.
Steel flashed and I ducked.
The blade skimmed over my hair this time.
I scrambled backward, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I looked around the void, the remnants of the simulation still shimmering like dying embers around us.
"What the f**k is this?" I gasped, my voice raw from the screaming. "The trial is over! Who
