Escorted into a torch-lit arena, Feyre is presented before Amarantha, Tamlin, and gathered High Fae. Amarantha announces the first task—a hunt—then drops Feyre into a maze of slick trenches. A massive, toothed worm is released. After a near-fatal squeeze in a crack, Feyre realizes from the crowd’s focus that the creature is blind and hunts by scent.

Feyre falls into a pit that proves to be the worm’s bone-strewn den. Trapped, she improvises a ladder from large bones to escape, then devises a plan: she breaks bones into spikes, plants them beneath the pit’s mouth, and coats herself in reeking mud to mask her scent. Rhysand observes her strategy aloud, confirming the worm relies on smell.

Positioning bone handholds at sharp corners, Feyre cuts her palm to lure the creature. When the worm disappears, blue-skinned faeries grin, and Lucien shouts, “To your left!” Feyre sprints, using the bone grips to swing through hairpin turns and keep speed while the enraged worm barrels after her.

She leaps into the pit and rolls aside as the worm plunges down, impaling itself on her spikes. With the creature dead, Feyre climbs out, shaking but victorious. Amarantha notes that only one bettor predicted her win. In defiance, Feyre hurls a bone that splatters mud at Amarantha’s feet.

The Attor drags Feyre away. Only then does she register a bone shard spearing through her forearm, the tendons torn. Overwhelmed by pain and unable to thank Lucien, she is taken back to her cell, injured but alive—and having proved her resolve.