From the perspective of Renner Voss.
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They had called it a "test."
But it was no trial of worth, no noble contest of skill.
It was slaughter.
And the crowd loved it.
Renner stood with his arms folded, leaning against one of the cold, blood-slicked stone walls deep in the underbelly of Esgard, where the Crucible's roots still pulsed like a buried heart.
The iron stench of sweat and copper filled the cavernous pit chamber. Chain-lamps dangled from the ceiling, swaying slightly, casting uneven shadows that made the fighters below look more like beasts than men.
He watched as the taller man lunged with a broken spear—missing, barely—and was met with a jagged hook to the ribs.