Bunker

The preliminaries of the Dark Abylis Sect's tournament were truly fiercely competitive. As the hours went by thousands were eliminated. The few who remained found each battle more gruelling than the next. 

This truly was a grind amidst the countless battles thinning the herd, which meant only the strong remained. Here was where strategizing played a key roll in surviving, as the conning stood tall.

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Nearby at a grand river that supplied countless streams throughout the forest. The turbid waters, swollen by recent rains, crashed against the riverbanks. 

All other sounds were lost in the noise from its splashing and slamming against the green, slimy piles of rocks.

One of these sounds was the panting of three who seemed distraught on its bankings. The culprits being disciples at the ninth stage who looked battered and bruised. At the moment they rested against a rock in attempts to catch their breaths.