Fair

Dyon's vision was suddenly completely cut off.

It felt as though he was in a bubble, completely apart from everything. The only sense that he was still him was the sound of the blood rushing through his body and the steady beating of his heart.

Suddenly, a deep voice reverberated in Dyon's mind.

"It's been thousands of years since anyone followed the game of this game properly, and even longer since we've had any legitimate contestants. And yet, there are two of you today?"

Dyon raised an eyebrow, there were clearly more than two. The Basilisks had entered as well.

"Why would I count the snakes? They wouldn't even make it past a single trial. I just teleported them away as soon as they entered. I don't like useless people."

'Oh great… He reads my mind… At least Little Lyla doesn't use her ability against me.'