The players moved to the tables, the scrape of chairs filling the carriage as everyone found their seats.
Trent caught Lukas' eye across the room as he moved towards his own table. He smiled and gave a small, theatrical bow. "Good luck."
Lukas sat down.
His heart was doing something it hadn't done in a fight in a long time, which was pounding hard inside his ribcage like a stampede.
He'd walked into the previous round understanding the basic risk, but this was different.
The switching game had clear rules, which was to survive on the tiles and not fall into the dark.
But this round was not so straightforward.
He had to fulfill a hidden objective that might clash with the opponent's hidden objectives.
And if he failed to meet them, the conductor, who was an Adept, would kill him.
This wouldn't be so panic inducing if not for the fact that he had no idea how powerful the conductor was.
