Duke straightened and looked around.
The ancient battlefield was vast, so vast that the borders were out of sight.
Beneath the lead-gray sky, there were only shattered weapons, withered corpses, and a desolate earth.
He couldn't sense anyone; this battlefield had separated them.
Just as he was about to take a step, the space behind him suddenly twisted.
Turning back, he saw the white vortex slowly contracting, the edges flashing as if making a final struggle.
The vortex continued to shrink, finally turning into a tiny point of light, then with a 'puff', vanished completely.
The entrance was shut.
At the same time, several lines of enormous text appeared in the sky.
The text was in the same language as the inscription on the tomb's main entrance, but this time, Duke didn't need a translation to understand them.
The words were branded directly into his consciousness, like someone whispering in his ear:
"Third level, Gladiatorial Arena."
"Rule: Last person standing."
