[ WP ] You 've been trapped in Y location for Z hours , solve for X to escape the algebra zone .

There was *nothing* like the thrill of the hunt. Though he'd long left behind the thrum of drums that had made his heart brace for death, he still felt the wild howl on the tip of his tongue just waiting for an opportunity at the moon. Luca vaulted over a fallen log and managed to land on the back of the fleeing deer. It was n't his target, but it would help. 
 
 The ceremony would not stop him. 
 
 He felt the rumble, the Earth starting to shift. The deer started to turn to follow the plate's tilt back down, but he turned it's head roughly in the upward direction and gave it a kick. It bleeted in fear, but ran where he directed it to go. 
 
 It started to slip as the tilt became too sharp. He tensed, then vaulted forward, just barely grabbing the edge of the plate. His fingers started to slip, but he'd failed far too many times. He'd rather drop to his death than face them empty-handed. A nail broke, but he scrabbled up regardless, his calloused feet trying to find some purchase against the rocks. 
 
 He finally managed to haul himself up as the plate tilted fully vertical. He did n't bother glancing below at the howls of sounding from his tribe, crying for him to come back down. There was one last step. He readied his picks and looked for an empty spot among the rows of them, some with the hands of their previous owners still clinging on for the dear life they'd been robbed of. 
 
 The plate began to rumble again, signalling it's fall back. Meat and blood splattered on his back as he took the leap. The picks connected with the rock and for one, terrifying moment, they failed to dig in. He could feel himself starting to slip backwards into a free fall, so he used what little grip they had to fling himself farther up, where he grasped onto an ancient axe that had rusted into the rock. 
 
 He would n't be able to use this to get farther. Luca could hear the plate starting to close again. He did n't have much more time. He gripped the handle of the axe and started swinging himself back and forth. The stone groaned and protested, but he managed to swing himself up and around, just barely manging to stop himself in a headstand by catching a pick farther up with his toes. Luca was starting to sweat now, shakily tilting to the side and lowering himself to stand on the handle. It started to loosen, and he did n't wait to move, sailing over to the next set of picks and barely keeping his balance on his toes. He flung out his arms to keep from falling over. The left one nearest the rock walls embedded itself into the sharp edge of a rusted axehead. He snarled in pain and put it back against his chest, cradling it close to his heart. 
 
 His pack brother shouted at him from below, `` Luca, it's about to close! Just come back! Cora will kill us!'' Ezra was harder to ignore than his own survival instinct that told him to run. He thumped his chest. He would not be outdone by a *rock*. 
 
 He jumped again, jumping around the edge of the hole, spiraling upwards on the picks of fallen warriors before him. He would not just be a *weaver*, he was *warrior*. Luca would prove that even the gods were wrong. 
 
 There, on the edge, was the metals string, hanging loosely from the Da'ney axe. He pulled out his dagger and cut a piece off. This was all he needed. He howled in victory, feeling tears stabbing at his eyes. Luca looked down just in time to watch the plate close. He froze and his stomach dropped. 
 
 `` Biological agents dispensed,'' buzzed a goddess somewhere far above him, `` Three minutes until feeding vent is cleansed.'' Luca looked upwards, the gates to heaven still open. 
 
 The last line of picks just barely gave him enough height to reach the edge. So he turned his attention to the Da'ney axe. It was as long as a staff, it would get him close enough. He pulled himself up on it, crying out in pain as splinters stabbed right into the wound on his hand. 
 
 `` Two minutes,'' the goddess helpfully reminded him. 
 
 He stood up and realized he was n't tall enough. He'd heard that warriors who get trapped behind the plate. The cleansing was so painful that the tribe could hear their screams through the solid rock. He swallowed thickly. 
 
 `` One minute.'' 
 
 He did n't think, he just jumped, trying to grab the lip of the gate. He prayed that the goddess trying to help him would guide his soul to safety. He was shocked as his hands connected with the lip, clinging there. His hand shot shocks of pain through Luca, so he started pushing himself upwards, trying to ignore it. 
 
 He put his hands into the small gap between the razors of heaven. He could feel their sharp edges, tense, so close to snapping Luca in half. He used that opening to pull himself up past the gate. He grabbed the edge with his bleeding hand, whimpering in pain, and dragged himself across. 
 
 Luca landed face first on cool white stone as the razors snapped shut. He heard the termination blast and closed his eyes. `` Feeding vent closed, cleansing commenced.'' Luca kissed the smooth rock and let tears roll down his face. 
 
 No one had ever made it beyond the gate. Not since The Revolt. It was too far to go before the plate closed. And the tribe confirmed their deaths by their screaming once it'd closed. A skeleton would fall out once the plate opened again. The gods did not take kindly to failure. 
 
 Luca stood up, still cradling his hand, blood staining the pristine white. It was dark beyond the gate, a light shining down from somewhere far above. It appeared to have railing around the gate, the light flickered. 
 
 `` We hope you enjoyed the Da'ney feeding experience,'' the goddess gushed. Luca wiped his face and looked around. 
 
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