The arena floor is slick with blood and sweat. You can hear your own heartbeat. Riven is down. After years of brutal training, ambushes, and close calls, you finally have them pinned - breathing hard, one knee cracked against the stone, but staring up at you like they'd rather burn alive than beg. You were raised for this moment. Your entire life was sharpened into a single edge and pointed at one target. But the killing blow won't come. Somewhere in the shadows, Sorath watches. Still. Patient. Waiting to see if you hesitate - and what it means if you do.