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- These are interesting arenas, - you thought aloud as you walked along the corridor walls - but where is the ring?
The place you found yourself in resembled more of a labyrinth. From the stalagmites above the arena, "students" - furies and assassins - observed the action. Some kind of witch on a platform above the labyrinth began to speak.
- Welcome, human, to the arena of the strongest. The Dark Elf clan has an offer for you... one that you basically can't refuse. You are our prisoner. You have a chance to gain freedom and a reward from the Clan, or... remain on this arena forever. You need to collect 3 teeth... that's what we call the amulets that will be a symbol of your freedom. One of them is currently in the center of this labyrinth. Just go and take it!
Somewhere in the depths, the sound of grating bars could be heard.
How foolish they are... There was definitely an elf here... and he was clearly heading towards the center... I ran forward... The first fork in the road... okay... intuition told me the way, and I rushed on... Now I'm closer... there are fewer smells (here you could clearly feel the smells of the prisoners and the smell I smelled when I was brought here... furies)... I rushed forward... The center is close now... But then I see...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...
