Let the games begin

Seker could sense the fear that rippled through the creatures that lurked in the shadows, for they knew who he was. They knew that in the presence of the Grim Reaper, death was not just a possibility—it was an inevitability.

Suddenly, the path ahead split into three separate tunnels, each one darker and more foreboding than the last. The walls seemed to pulse with a sickly, red light, and the whispers in Arazela’s mind grew deafening, urging her to take the left path.

"Which way?" Cyrus asked, his eyes flicking between the three tunnels. His warrior instincts were sharp, but they were unnecessary—no matter the path, he was confident they could carve through any obstacle.

Seker hesitated for only a moment, his gaze shifting between the paths. Each one radiated a different energy, and each felt equally dangerous. But he had learned long ago to trust his instincts, and something deep within him was pulling him toward the center path.