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Finn looked down at his paws. The golden light still flickered under his skin. He could annihilate them all in half a second. But for the first time, he realized: unlimited power is the loneliest cage.

At midnight, he went to the tunnel.

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Nia was there, and Larry, and Bruce. No weapons. No skills. Just tired eyes.

Larry grinned, fire flickering weakly at the edge of his jaws. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“You’re not playing the game anymore, Finn. You’re breaking it. Unlimited skills isn’t winning—it’s erasing everyone else. Come to the abandoned maintenance tunnel at midnight. No skills. Just claws and fur.” Finn looked down at his paws

He pulled out the slate. It hummed, greedy for more matches, more domination.

Finn became unstoppable. He teleported through traps, froze opponents mid-lunge, summoned rain to douse flames, and healed faster than anyone could damage him. The other animals started forfeiting before matches began. The arena, once a place of scrappy, desperate fun, grew quiet. No one cheered anymore. They just watched, hollow-eyed.

“We don’t want the slate,” Bruce said. “We want our friend back. The fox who once shared his last berry with a wounded lizard. The fox who laughed when he lost.” But for the first time, he realized: unlimited

He almost laughed. Why would he ever go back to being weak?

But that night, he sat alone in his den. He tried to use his Quicksilver Dash—just once, for old times’ sake. But the slate had rewritten his very soul. The dash came out as a double-jump, then a wall-cling, then a phase-shift. He couldn’t remember what it felt like to run just fast enough to escape, heart pounding, one step ahead of disaster.

That changed the night he found the cracked data-slate beneath the stadium bleachers.