Bab 95: Chapter 95:

This was his moment, his chance to prove that he belonged here, among the best in the world. All the pain, the sweat, the setbacks—everything had led him to this point. Rohan could feel the familiar fire burning in his chest, fueling each stride as he dug deep and pushed forward, refusing to let the others pull away.

The final 300 meters loomed ahead, a blur of color and noise. The runners around him were giving it everything they had, their faces masks of determination and pain. The Kenyan was still holding the lead, his strides powerful and fluid, but the Ethiopian was right on his heels, refusing to give an inch. The American was surging as well, his arms pumping furiously as he tried to close the gap.