Tournike Ep 1 Updated -

Kaelen spun. A woman stood on a collapsed crane arm above him. Her face was hidden behind a welded metal mask with a single glowing blue eye-slit. On her back, a pneumatic crossbow. Around her neck, a silver ring on a leather cord.

Her name was Sova. She was ranked #4 on the Tournike Leaderboard. And she collected copper rings like trophies.

He didn’t answer. He just ran, the copper ring humming against his chest, and the Spire growing ever larger on the horizon. tournike ep 1

That was the finish line. Fifty kilometers of hell away.

He opened the pouch. The copper ring glowed. But his other hand, the one behind his back, had already plucked a small, corked vial from his belt— Insta-Crust , a chemical that flash-hardened tar into brittle rock. Kaelen spun

Kaelen didn’t wait. He sprinted toward the canyon of glass.

Behind him, Sova screamed in frustration, then laughed. “Clever! I’ll find you before the Gate, Voss. Your name is now on my list!” On her back, a pneumatic crossbow

Here is the story for The sky over the Tar Pits was the color of a bad bruise. Kaelen Voss knelt in the muck, his fingers digging into the slick, black residue that coated everything for a kilometer in every direction. His prize: a copper ring, no bigger than his thumb, humming with a faint, sickly light.