The chamber fractured into three separate realities the instant the doors sealed.
Trial One – The Fire Door
Champion: Laken Voss
Laken stepped into a battlefield frozen at the moment of detonation.
Kretian snow steamed around the crater where Captain Jaren Holt had taken the cursed shell meant for Harold. Jaren lay half-buried, uniform fused to melted flesh, one eye still open and accusing.
He spoke with a voice like burning paper. “You're not him."
“I'm what he sent," Laken answered. Frost spiraled from her breath, coating the shrapnel in rime. “He's too much of a coward to face you himself."
Jaren laughed, a wet, crackling sound. “Then tell the coward this: I forgave him the day I died. Because I saw what the curse would cost him. Tell him the debt is paid."
The fire around them
