Episode P.6

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Previously on Captivity....

Time was running out as Lumin and Awandea desperately tried to secure the forest princess's crown. Despite their efforts, the princess remained unyielding, her refusal firm behind a delicate smile. Lumin's frustration boiled over as other teams swarmed the chaotic garden, all vying for the prize. Finally losing his patience, Lumin grabbed Awandea and dragged her away, leaving the crown behind.

Awandea, confused and angry, demanded answers as Lumin led her back to their base. But Lumin stayed silent, his focus locked on a new plan. Back in their quarters, tensions flared as Awandea stormed off, only to find Lumin calmly preparing potions and weapons. His sudden detachment and cold demeanor unnerved her as the reality of their failed mission sank in. The level had ended, and they hadn't secured the crown. The ominous consequences of their failure loomed over them.

Meanwhile, in the garden, chaos unfolded. Hinata, recognizing Nia's potential, pushed her to approach the forest princess, hoping her innocence could succeed where others had failed. But Nia hesitated, fear clouding her thoughts as the overwhelming presence of the princess kept her rooted in place.

As the final bell rang, the players were transported to the dreaded Adrena Halls. Tension filled the air as the teams stood together, awaiting their fate. Adrena, with a predatory smile, greeted them with chilling anticipation. Now, with failure behind them, all the players could do was brace for whatever came next.

 Now, with failure behind them, all the players could do was brace for whatever came next

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ESCAPE THE HALL LV.2

Round One
Level Two
Preliminary Rounds
Target: Win a rose crown
Time remaining: 0
Obstacle: Your team
Reward: Coins, a dozen healing potions
Penalty: Suspension of status until the next quest

The tension in the air was palpable as Adrena, floating with an air of dominance, surveyed the exhausted players below. Her black hair shimmered under the lights of the arena, eyes gleaming with mischief as she began to speak.

"First of all, I would like to congratulate the team who won this level," her voice rang through the hall, laced with both praise and menace. She gestured grandly toward the winning group. "Please give a good round of applause for Team C!"

The sound of half-hearted clapping filled the room. It was reluctant and lacked any real enthusiasm. The players, still reeling from their efforts, couldn't bring themselves to genuinely celebrate another team's victory. Deep down, they all knew the stakes-only one team could win, and the failure of the others came at a severe price. Their future in the game now hung by a thread.

Adrena's grin widened as she floated gracefully back to the ground, her boots touching down with a soft thud. Her eyes flicked across the room, landing momentarily on each of the teams, most of whom looked either defeated or on the brink of panic. The gravity of their failure was sinking in.

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