Behind that door, millions of tons of resentment seemed to burst forth. If what lay beyond was hell, then the real hell was rendered nonexistent.
Altair stepped into the world beyond the door, entering the arena for modified human combat. The lighting was dim and chaotic, like thick oil paint poured sloppily over everything, casting a heavy mask of confusion.
The arena was spacious, with over a dozen iron cages scattered around, each stained with the scent of blood. In each cage, two individuals fought to the death. In the cage closest to Altair, one fighter had limbs replaced with steel pipes and armor, resembling a mechanical giant. The other had the lower half of a spider, moving with agility and speed within the confines of the cage, dodging the mechanical giant's assaults.