The rules were simple: one bunny, two contestants, a huge enchanted forest full of illusions, traps, and mischief.
Whoever caught the bunny first, won. But not just any bunny—this was the White-Spirit Hare, a creature so skittish and slippery that even dryads gave up chasing it centuries ago.
It shimmered with ethereal light, moved like a whisper, and occasionally disappeared into thin air just to mock your self-worth.
When the challenge was announced, Arthur smirked confidently.
This was his chance.
One-on-one.
No teammates.
No Luka.
Just him and Nuvian, in a forest, with an animal and some "charming tension."
Or so he told himself.
"This is it," Arthur muttered under his breath, flexing his fingers as he stood at the edge of the forest:
"Time to shine."
Nuvian stood a few paces to his right, calm as morning fog.
She gave Arthur a passing glance.
Arthur flashed a grin anyway. "May the best win," he said with a wink.
Nuvian didn't respond.
