Golden light erupted from the floor beneath Arthur and Marcus. Runic circles appeared, intricate patterns that glowed with brilliant radiance. The formations activated rapidly, building up power with each passing second.
"Combat will take place in isolated arena space," the Guardian Spirits announced. "Victor determined by surrender, incapacitation, or death. Other participants will observe. Rankings will be determined by performance."
Arthur felt space twisting around him. The sensation was familiar from entering the trials initially. Reality bent and folded like fabric being manipulated by invisible hands. The massive hall disappeared from view.
